[It doesn't wipe the smirk off his face, but the bite does stop the laughter for now. Instead Cross makes a noise not unlike a growl, using his bind to push rather than constrict. His body lurches forward along with the power, aiming to put Tyki's back against the bar, hard, with Cross' solid weight hovering over him.]
[He'd demand Tyki release his mouth, but trying to speak like this would be pointless.]