[ There's no point in fighting back at this point, no matter how much he wants to. The decision has been made. You could almost mistake it for obedience, the way he follows with the firm pull, fighting his own solid desire to pull away just as much as he's fighting that smug look on Tyki's face.
His breath is pushed into shallow, rapid pants at first contact and he doesn't make a single move to meet him or even really acknowledge that he's there — hope you didn't think this was going to be good or anything. ]