Death wish? Sure, why the hell not. You'd be surprised how far some people would go to reach for the unattainable, no matter how contradictory it was to their survival instincts. His arms were wrenched back and held to enough of a degree that he wasn't getting loose any time soon, unless he wanted to break something. Which he was considering, strongly.
There was a wounded sound that hissed loose when Cole hit him again, the pain was beginning to surface and sober him up. Or maybe it was the adrenaline, regardless, he was beginning really regret living in this building. He barely listened to Cole's rant, making a small sound of sick amusement when Cole explained that Ileana and him hadn't gone any further than the elevator. As if it wouldn't have gone anywhere Trenton had wanted it to at the time.
"Whatever, she fucking wanted it, man." He licked his lip and spit some blood, brows popping expectantly at Cole.