Puck lurched back up toward his bed, but rather than just falling back into it, he shoved his knee into the small of her back, his hand coming down on the scruff of her neck, his fingers wrapping around the column from behind, gripping her roughly enough it was likely to leave bruises on her pale skin. "Now. I'm going to get some well-needed rest," he hissed. "Obviously, you need it too." He squeezed at her neck, pressing down on the soft hollows where her veins ran.