Kinjo was trying to escape but was running out of energy to do so. The strong hold was not near impossible to escape from...it WAS impossible. He went tense as the male nuzzled him. "no. No. Don't do that." He said. Trying to pull himself away from James's nuzzles. His words came out shaky as that nuzzling when done from someone who was not letting him escape and he assumed kidnapped him was...unnerving. It was absolutely scary. Why was he chuckling? The male spoke in his ear  and what was said made his eyes go very wide. He got very very tense. A soft whimper of fear escaped his ear. He didn't know what he meant but the analogy was still quite clear he wouldn't like it. That it was going to be sinister. Suddenly something soft covered his face and a strange smelling scent hit him. His hands moved to try to pry the hand off his mouth and nose. His body had never so much as even encountered an antibiotic or tylenol. Therefore it had no built up tolerance for drugs or medication. It was barely a couple minutes before his hands fell in a slow downwards trail down the flesh of hand holding the rag to his face. They fell limply to his sides as his body slumped back into James's chest. His head fell back and to the side ever so slightly. He went very, very limp. His mind blacking out quickly. Just fading into darkness. He was out cold. It took no more than two maybe three minutes tops for this to occur. Showing just how vunerable to drugs Kinjo was.