He glared hatefully after the feral, rubbing slowly at his bruising head. He was going to have a nasty bruise on both his temples, one from Logan's fist, the other from where his head bounced off the wall. Fucking savage, he hated him.
"Fine," he snapped quickly after the other, giving a short, hateful hiss. "Just tell me what you want from me and leave me alone otherwise." It was a sad attempt at a power play, trying to get his own set of terms in there, but he was feeling, and truly was, entirely helpless. He needed to feel like he had some sort of say in things. At least he would be left alone for a while. Ugh. He hated this damn place.