When Pierce grabbed him to pull him back to the car, Simon actually growled, going so far as to bare his teeth at the other man before he was thrown bodily into the car. Had he been more himself, he probably would have given more of a fight, but as it was, when the door slammed shut and Pierce drove off, tires squealing, Simon did little but hunkered into one corner of the passenger seat, arm clutched to his chest.
"Mindreader, are we?" he snapped out, unamused by being treated like this. "If I really wanted to get out, I'd crawl over the seat and do it. Don't treat me like a child." Simon's voice was throaty, lacking completely in those quieter, softer tones he was normally known for.