Meto growls as she talked. He wanted to hurt her yet knew he would never do so. He was not one to hit a woman. No matter how much she hurt him...he would never hurt her back. He growls and struggles. Thrashing around as he tries to get away from him. Growling and muffedly starts cussing. He rarely EVER cussed. Unless he was pissed beyond belief. Like he was now. He squirms and wiggles around. Trying to get away from wall and woman alike. He lets out a muffled screw you! and thrashes around more. He lets out protestant sound. He squirms a bit. He stops though. Realizing he had no hopes of escaping at this current moment. Didn't mean first chance he got he wasn't gonna go Houdini on her. He stops fighting her for now. Muffedly calling her an evil bitch. Up close to him like she was...his scent to the vampiress would smell...heavenly. Unearthly sugary sweet.