He recoils violently, ears pinning back very unattractively, the fur on the back of his neck (around the gross bite wound) bristling. Him? Her? A former Black Queen? Over his dead body.
--actually, wait, he doesn't actually like the sound of the dead body part WHY IS EVERYTHING SO DIFFICULT.]
Don't even think about it.
[Ugh, this stupid ring bullshit, if only he could pull that sword out of his chest without risking falling flat on his face. Decisions. This is why Jack Noir's philosophy is stab first, think later.]