Aleron could tell when he'd most likely stepped over the line, and he was right with his guess. He was about to turn and run for it- Just in case- But was already grabbed by Jaron. Immediately he gave a small yelp, more out of surprise than anything else when he was heaved over the man's shoulder. Just as quickly, he wriggled and squirmed around. "Put me down!" He insisted with a low growl, pushing against Jaron's back, though really it did no good.<br/>Another yelp came from him when he was thrown onto the bed, almost making it to crawl away before Jaron could grab and tie him up once more. He was almost tempted to spit at Jaron... But decided against it. For right now. He wasn't just going to deal with this right now though. Not tonight. Was it so wrong to go out? Jaron evidently thought so. But then again.. He knew what temper Jaron had. But maybe he could match it.. Aleron thought that'd be interesting- But he was in a.. Button pressing mood, if a name were to be given to it.<br/>"You can't just leave me here!" He yelled after Jaron when the vampire walked out of the room, wriggling around where he was laying, pulling at the Wolfsbane rope as hard as he could, though again he found himself just as weakened as he had been the last time he'd been in contact with the rope. "Jaron!" Aleron yelled after just a minute, aggressively trying to break the rope. What right did this man have to actually tie him up? None, as far as Aleron was concerned.<br/>His anger was boiling at this point, and he clenched his hands into fists, practically growling where he was stuck laying as he stared at the doorway. Now, he was ready to spit. And, quite frankly, the moment Jaron walked back into the room, and was only a foot away from the bed, he spat at Jaron- Hoping to successfully hit a shoulder, or an arm, it didn't really matter to him. As long as he could do something, at least.. And i that meant spitting, that worked.