[ Too close, so much so that he can't keep himself from twisting his head away, eyes squeezed closed and body falling into a rigid stillness. Throughout all this his heart keeps on beating furiously, blood hot and adrenalin-laced and despite the massive Do Not Want he can't ignore the way his body is reacting. Fear, unwanted intimacy, hot breath against his skin and fingers tucked in under his belt.
God, he wish he could melt through that wall right about now.]
Nothing. [A pause to swallow for what must be the hundreth time in an attempt to push his voice back on the right side of a whimper.] I'm no match for you. Which is why... you should stop. What do you even have to prove..?