Mark didn't give him the pleasure of making a noise- he'd been in enough scuffles to know it just egged them on, for him to cry out. He fought as much as he could, without pulling the wounds on his neck, sighing when Draegan finally pulled back.
Slumping back against the bar, Mark shoved a hand against his neck, the wounds still bleeding freely. A few patrons seemed plenty interested at that, Mark's pulse racing as he realized he was actually trapped.