[It is quickly becoming too tight, arms buckling in with the slightest show of surprise. He tears his eyes away from her for just a second, shifting in the narrow space he's got to struggle in. Then he looks sharply back at her.] More blood on your hands, wonderful.
I wouldn't care - but. Ah, please don't do this. [He feels the tendrils creeping up his neck and he can feel the Noah quake around inside him, sensing the incoming threat to his life. He would, honestly, prefer to die than to lose control and be a puppet to it again.]