Yoko glares at him. Rolling his eyes in a way that clearly spoke he wasn't planning on doing so. He cries out in pain as those fangs sunk into his skin. Feeling their sharpness pierce his neck's soft skin. Squirming around. Yiping as he felt the cool hands of the other man traveling up under his shirt. He growls. "Maybe I should learn to like you...if you enjoy my hatred...then you'll hate if I like you. That is what the mind would lead one to believe...don't you think asshole?" he says sharply. Squirming and tries to shrink his body away from the other mans. It doesn't work but that doesn't keep him from trying to do so. He wanted to shake his head. "What the hell are you talking about?!" He demands. He wasn't sure what this man meant. Sure his meaning wasn't THAT cryptic but he genuinely didn't understand. He was too fiesty for the navy dog to want to touch him...expecially like this man was. As well as too sassy for the women to want to do anything sexual with him. He glares at him. "I don't fear you. I just are not used to people touching me except with a whip. Which is irony because I laughed when the navy dog hit me with one. It was funny..." he says with a smirk. "I hate navy bastards...even more so than I dislike you." he says. Growling. "I don't understand what you are meaning. AND STOP PROJECTING INTO MY MIND!" He yells. He didn't like how this man was touching him and being invasive to his mind.