The slackening grip was a small window of opportunity for him to avoid getting squeezed through the piece of furniture he was sitting in. Using the grip he had on Ares, Jamie half pulled and half pushed himself up to his feet, pivoted them around and shoved the Greek into the chair which put himself into a somewhat awkward position.
He was irritated and slightly puzzled by the resistance and rejection - nobody said no to National Security for long - and it caused his control to slip. Just for a fraction of a second but it was long enough for him to catch a glimpse of everything he never wanted to know about Greeks.
Slapping a hand against the back of the chair Jamie tried to pull back. "Let go," he said, his voice rough. "Let go, Ares."