Leon grappled for a hold, too late to make a difference as Andrei's hard frame twisted them to reverse positions and push him against the ground. Leon's head jerked to try and break the grip Andrei had on his chin, but it only bruised to try. He couldn't turn away, not physically or emotionally as Andrei held him, and Leon's anger gave way to defiance that bled into his own questioning sense of identity that had gnawed at him ever since he'd lost control of his own magic and Ben had bitten him in a janitor's closet.
Bitten him and, according to James, had probably done more. Whether it was true or not didn't matter. Leon's feeling of being violated hadn't gone away, no matter how much he tried to downplay it. Somehow, Andrei's insistence that he wasn't a whore, that he wouldn't let someone call him that, it brought those feelings up and Leon couldn't hide them from his sire. It was a rush of interlaced complex emotions that all mixed into the events leading to his being turned, but Leon surfaced above them and gave Andrei a defiant look.
"Make up your mind, Andrei," he growled back, teeth clenched as he said it, fangs sharp against the rest. "Which is it?"