The way the feral man was looking at him was causing him even more panic, it was not helping the situation at all. "I--It's... I..." he bit his lip as he tried to think of something to say to save his own skin. It was a challenge. "It's not like there was anything worth seeing anyway!" He sputtered it quickly, swallowing a lump in his throat.
"Xavier's squeaky clean--what does it matter anyway? Just--Don't hurt me..!" Now he was down to pleading halfway, his face alternating between red and ash white. Both hands curled around Logan's wrist, trying to get his neck far enough from that claw to be able to teleport. "L--Let me down you hairy beast!" He shouted quickly, voice going high and acutally cracking now as he aimed on heel for the other male's thigh. Not the smartest move, but the skinny coward was terrified beyond words.