Noah had to bite back a groan for the amount of frustration lacing through him. He felt powerless and yet he refused to submit. He wasn't going to let his struggle for freedom and a semi-normal life end here, with this jackass treating him more like an object of food and entertainment than a person. There were times when he was still naïve, back when vampire romances became popular that he wondered if he could ever have a special relationship with one of them. But since then he'd come to realize it was a foolish thought. They were just as much monsters as the rest of what wanted to gut him and eat him, only more cunning than some.<br/><br/>Getting caged in his own chair made him rethink his decision to stay put when he might have been able to put a door between himself and this creature. He stared up at Dmitri, eyes showing a hint of fear among the hatred, especially when he made threats. But even if Noah felt fear, he wouldn't be giving into it easily. Even threats of having broken arms and legs didn't stop him from placing his hand on the vampire's chest in a feeble attempt to force him away. When that didn't work, he snarled and grabbed the collar of Dmitri's shirt as if he had the strength to hold him there.<br/><br/>"You can break every bone in my body for all I care. I am<i>not </i>yours and I never will be." But he wasn't going to fight when it came to going outside. He really did not want to end up getting a chunk bitten out of him, which could very well happen. Since he couldn't stop the other from forcing him outside, and he couldn't stay here without food anyway, he didn't really have a choice. But wherever they were going... he didn't fancy being a prisoner. And in addition to that, he needed to make sure his captor was more motivated to keep him in one piece than to disable him.<br/><br/>"You know, if I get sick or unhealthy in your care, the quality of my blood is going to plummet. I'll heal slower... be less useful to you. So, these fun little threats of breaking bones won't do you much good. Neither will keeping me locked up. I have to stay healthy, exercise, get sunlight." He was fishing to see if sunlight was one of the weaknesses. If they were going out in the morning, then maybe not, but he was feeling desperate at this point. "A captive man can easily get depressed. And what if that happens? Will you just let me rot away and be done with me?" His eyes narrowed. "You will never find anyone like me again. You're an idiot if you waste my existence on cutting my life short."