Ryuu saw that the man was day dreaming. He had that slightly glazed over appearance of someone who was stuck daydreaming. It was ackward feeling if not confusing. He blinked when the man corrected him. "Fine. Moth. Whatever. I told you I didn't know what it was." he points out grumpily. If Marco hated people making mistakes about his winged specialty...well Ryuu hated being corrected like he was a child. Or like he was a moron who screwed up a lot. He frowns at the impatient hand waving. Letting out a soft growl. His talking was his way of keeping from showing fear.<br/><br/>He was trying hard to give off the illusion he was strong. He wasn't. Inside he was a ball of chaos and utter fear. He just was trying like he had been trained to do to hide such weaknesses. He was afraid of Marco but refused to show it. Partily out of stubborn headedness. Partily out of he didn't want Marco to realize just how BADLY the guy rattled him. He blinks and frowns. "That isn't what I said. I only meant it as a way to get out of the house. You are being rather unnerving." he says. Covering his mouth for a moment in shock that he revealed such a thing with such a soft comment.<br/><br/>He was backing up when he felt the familiar touch of the bed behind him. He flailed for a moment to keep from falling on it. He pursed his lips for a moment before making a soft eeking type of sound as the man rose and closed space between them with that same surprising speed he seemed to always possess. His eyes wide as Marco's hand hooked under his jawline. He cried out in shock and then surprised pain. The new cut was stinging from the other man's touch. His obvious wince of pain showed.<br/><br/>He tried to keep it together. He was rattled and fearful and it was starting to show. Even as he tried to fight it from doing so. He eeped as he was forced to have eye contact with Marco. Trying even then to avoid eye contact. He wanted to fight him. Bite the thumb pressing the tender skin of the cut on his lip. Sure it had stop bleeding but the skin was still vunerable and newly forming. His eyes widened and filled with fear. Squriming and trying to push Marco away. "No. Get off. No." he protested in fear filled words. Trying to push Marco away. His eyes wide and filled with confusion and innocence. He didn't understand. "I don't want to be your bitch. Go away." he protested in a firey yet meek sounding voice. Squirming even though it caused his small frame to rub into Marco's form. Trying to push the wall of weight off of him. He was showing fear that he clearly had yet was hiding. Trying not to give Marco too much power.<br/><br/>It was hard when the man over powered him and took away the slight safety distance brought him. He twists his head trying to break the eye contact revealing his very strong almost terrorfied fear. Trying ot jolt the thumb from pressing into the now stinging lower lip. A soft almost inaudible whimper of fear escaped the young prince's lips. The newspaper lay open to the article dubbed. ~Young Prince Leaves On Journey Of Self Recollection.~ Under which was a picture of him. Hoping that Marco was too distracted to read or notice the stupid damning paper. "Stop touching me. Stop pressing into me. Get off. You are too close." he protests in a wavering voice.