He couldn't exactly answer with the hand pushing his head back and his teeth together. He growled softly, anyway, and did his best to fight the hold.
For about thirty seconds, after which it stopped being panic and fear inducing and just felt, however much he wished otherwise, familiar and safe. It was one way to get himself back into Jean-Claude's arms without admitting that it was where he wanted to be.
He sagged a little and his eyes closed. The snarl and growl stayed.