[He laughs at his struggle, his obvious pain and picks up his step to kick the boy in the side and throw him over onto his back. He pounces him, eyes glowing, straddling his hips and threading pale fingers into his red hair. He twists his grip painfully, yanking his head aside...
For an instant he wants to go in for the kill. Rip out his throat but he deviates to his shoulder instead, biting firmly into the muscle to tear cloth and rend flesh. He tastes blood and growls, snarling like an animal more than a man and twisting his head some.
But he stops; Teeth still in him, blood filling his mouth and throat vibrating like an idling car. Haine is fighting this, he won't let the Dog take a piece of Aidan like he wants. There is a pointed crescendo in his growl before he finally lets go with reluctance. His teeth scrape skin as he backs off, hesitating, eyes dull as he stars down at Aidan. He's wrestling in his own head, grip releasing and mouth spattered with crimson.