Starbuck waited for people to poke their heads out of their apartments to see what was going on as a little boy cried for help. When they didn't, Starbuck worried. Why was no one coming to Godric's defense? Were they all just like him? That was a bad thought.
Thankfully, Kim was quick to open the door, and Starbuck made haste in dragging Godric inside. "Bolt it!" he told her, not that Godric couldn't open a lock, he wasn't a dog, but still. "It's Godric.. this is Godric. Some kind of spell must have turned him into this scrawny prick." Starbuck wasn't playing nice anymore. Godric was a major pain in the ass at the moment.
Godric was still thrashing around and kicking, so Starbuck yelled at Kim, "Stay back. He might kick you, and if he does, I'll have to kill him, so just keep your distance." If Godric so much as breathed wrong on Kim, he'd have hell to pay. "Just get me something to tie him up." No doubt those words would make Godric all the more convinced that he was about to be tortured, but Starbuck didn't care at this point. He was strong, but he could only put up with this kind of fight for so long.