He wrinkled up his nose and tried to look insulted, or rather as insulted as someone could look when they were drunk. "Don't light a fucking match near me then!" he gave him a look to suggest that he was crazy for ever suggesting it, not catching the teasing. Why would he want to light a match, he wondered to himself, does he want to burn me? That was a silly thought, even while he was drunk he could see that Frederick did not want to harm him. In fact, if asked in his current state he would say that Frederick really did like him. "I can drive, damn it! I drive really fucking well! Remember when we took your Bentley out and raced the cops?" but he was obedient, at least for the moment.
He let Frederick lead him down the road a ways, thoughts swirling through his head as he was silently annoyed with the way Frederick was leading him. It reminded him of being led about by his mother as a child, usually at church, and Bryan had a wild hatred of all religion. But his mind kept going back to the drive they had taken together, where Fred had seduced him and back to that bar not long ago when Fred called the other man a rapist. He only then realized what had nearly just happened to him.
He stopped a few steps in front of the hotel, pulling his arm from Frederick's grasp and staring up at where his pupils should have been. "He was going to fuck me, wasn't he? He was gonna take me outside and fuck me while I was like this, then leave me bleeding in a back alley next to a gay club where there are a lot of big scary queers." his facial expression was something like that of someone who had just watched their puppy get run over by a big-rig.