Dustin squirmed a bit but was firmly held against the wall by his chest. Sending firey glares at the macho man who didnâ€™t even seem to notice. Or maybe he didnâ€™t care. Either way it was frustrating. â€œYou need to tell me because it is my person you are assulting not the other way around.â€ He said in a smart ass tone. His wrist twisting and even though it was pretty much against the wall was bent at the elbow trying to slash the demon again. He really wanted to punch this guy in the face but knew it would go unfazed. He twisted side to side as best he could which wasnâ€™t much. â€œYou are two times my body mass. The only way Iâ€™d even stand a chance is to stab you. Or cut you numerous times. Whichever came first. Plus it was fun stabbing you. It made you let go. Get any closer and Iâ€™ll be able to stab you again. Might want to tend to that hand. Its on fire inside.â€ He said with an impish smile. That quickly faded when the manâ€™s hand started stroking his cheek. He twisted his head and bit down hard on the manâ€™s palm. Digging his teeth in then letting it go. Damnit. Didnâ€™t even seem to faze him. â€œDonâ€™t touch me.â€ He said in a growl. Struggling but was firmly held against the wall by the maleâ€™s arm. His eyes going wide as the path reached his wasteband. Was he thinking about doing to him? There was no way that him touching his waist was going to result in anything pleasant. He raised his foot and kicked at the mans shin as hard as he could. Probably was going to go unnoticed like the bite to the guys hand. Meathead. He thought to himself. Damn meathead.