Draco had reached up, pulling she sleeve of his robes over his fingers to press against the bite mark to stop the blood, glaring at him. "I'm not running away from you." He would definitely run away from him. "That isn't going to solve anything." He wanted to deal with Kaz once and for all but he didn't know how. "I know how that would end." He would get caught, probably end up dirty and wet and that was a very unappealing outcome. Besides, he didn't want to get Kaz all worked up, he might lose control of himself.
"And I'm not your pet, I thought we'd gotten past that already." With one hand still pressed to his ear, the other pulled his robes closer around himself and around his throat. "Who is your father?"