Ryuu growls as the man was faster. Almost pouting at the fact he wasn't going to be getting out of here now. He looks at the man. Glaring at him. "It wasn't going to be used on you." he says in a saddened anger. He wanted to use it for escape not for attacking. He was built for beauty not for fighting. He was raised by his mother not his father. So he was raised to believe to fight was only a last resort. He blinks and stares at him. "Check...what do you mean by check?" he asks in confusion. "I am not. I will not be your model. I do not wish to be a model. I wish to live a tamer lifestyle than a publishized one." he says with a serious tone. "Is everything with you non-negotiable?"