He was still livid as the man dragged him, and when he was lifted he really did lose it for a moment as he yelled and kicked and punched the man's back... But it wasn't as though he was going to win in a fight. "You can sod off! I won't drink any of it, I don't want any of it!" He yelled back, though he was honestly scared... What would he do? What could he do? He was honestly terrified that the man really meant the threat... He didn't want that, he didn't want to drink from another person, even if it was a vampire.<br/><br/>When he was eventually put down he ha shut his mouth in defiance, gritting his teeth with determined emerald eyes. But he was also trembling, his hands curled into fists around the hem of the borrowed shirt as he knew that if it came to force he was the loser, and if the man was really intending to make him drink then he wasn't actually sure how far his own self-control went anymore. Still, just giving in wasn't something he was willing to do, and so he simply tried to seem as stoic as possible, even if he was already failing at it.