Creative? Noah hardly thought of it as a competition to come up with more insulting insults. Quite frankly, he imagined anything he could come up with would roll right off like water on a duck's back. If Dmitri was old like he imagined, he had probably heard countless insults. Noah wouldn't have been surprised if he found them more amusing than hurtful, or at the very most like gnats buzzing in his ears. His musings were cut short as he watched Dmitri seeming to ponder on their escape. Just from the fact there was no move for the door, he ventured a guess they were taking an alternative exit. The mention of heights confirmed have fears, making his stomach do a few flips before swallowing his heart. "Less afraid of heights than of claws," he responded, though the grimace on his face showed he wasn't very eager to go that route.<br/><br/>Taking a cold hand in his grasp, Noah reluctantly but obediently held tightly before they were out the window. He never held so tightly to anything as he did to Dmitri when the feeling of free fall sent his heart racing. There was only a small part of him that remembered to still think negatively of Dmitri in that moment, because to the rest of him, this was his lifeline. This was what stood between him and imminent death. He didn't even want to look at the snarling creatures that surged toward them as soon as his scent lifted into the air. Breath was wasted on telling him not to stop moving; he couldn't get to the safety of that car fast enough.<br/><br/>As soon as he was in the safer confines of the vehicle, Noah took a few deep breaths to steady the rampant rhythm of his heartbeat. His glare apparently didn't spare anyone, as he sent a distasteful look to the man looking at him in the mirror. "Too much trouble?" He scoffed. His entire world was turning upside-down and he hardly knew how to cope with it all without curling into the fetal position in a corner somewhere. As resilliant and resourceful as he'd been in his life this far, he'd now stepped into uncharted territory, and his attention tore from the mirror to the vampire that dove in beside him.<br/><br/>Blood... A lot of blood. And surprised stirred when he realized a good portion of it was the vampire's. He opened his mouth to say something but the thud on the roof made him wince and shut his mouth for a moment. He had to process what just happened. If it weren't for Dmitri, he would have surely been torn apart back there, utterly devoured. He could picture some desperate creature licking the last drops of blood off of the pavement. Shudders ran down his spine and he sank down into his seat, a ragged breath rattling in his chest. Yes, Dmitri was the one who dragged him out there, but if he hasn't, how long would Noah have been trapped in his apartment?<br/><br/>The word "thanks" was so close to twisting onto his lips that he felt sick. Or maybe it was Geoffrey's driving. He really didn't care, and whatever gratitude tried to creep up, his pride stomped it down with force. "Maybe drinking my blood has made you as delicious to them as I am," he mused sarcastically, casting another sideways glance to that arm. With a frustrated grumble, he moved to examine the damage without permission, fingers lightly prodding at the punctured flesh. "They were especially tenacious, weren't they? To still be out at this hour...."<br/><br/>He shook his head. Sunrise was supposed to be a mark of safety, but now he wasn't so sure. Even learning that Dmitri was not entirely weak to the sun discouraged his previous notions of safety from continuing. Was he ever safe? Or just lucky. He was becoming afraid to even set foot back into the world without gaining some sort of security back, and hopefully this time it wouldn't be false security.<br/><br/>"Well, you've got what you want," Noah uttered with a sigh, examining the blood that now stained his fingers. What did vampire blood taste like? Was it toxic? "So, I guess we just hop along to your posh little mansion and you'll sink your fangs into me whenever you like." It wasn't like he had the physical strength to fight him. Even injured, he imagined Dmitri could keep him wherever he wanted. "Might as well slap a collar on me and call me Fluffy. That's what you want, right?"