[He goes for the coat but his fingers coax through it as he leans close, a few inches between their faces. He can't hold this up for long, using his phasing's been ridiculously exhausting today but he pushes it because he'll be damned if he's not standing up to this smug son of a bitch. Hand dipped into Cross' chest, a familiar locale, he sneers.] Release it. [The fuck is with the Order-types having weird bondage skills, anyway.]