Arkain sighs and shakes his head. OK. Now Anzen's grumpy attitude is getting just plain irritating. He chuckles deeply and gives a toothy smile. "Yep. Looks like you are just going to have to." He doesn't even look at the gun. "Just cool down that gun of yours before someone gets hurt. I promise no funny business I will heal you though it will be in my own way." In one motion he grabs your gun arm tightly near the muzzle and shoves the tip under your chin forcing it upward so it is buried under your chin making it difficult to open your maw. His other hand grabs your shoulder to hold you from backing up. His tail quickly snaps up and wraps around your upper chest  pinning other arm to its side and securing your gun arm tightly against your chest. " I am sorry Anzen to do this to you but I don't like having weapons pointed at me." His tail easily lifts you off the ground. "Let me tell you Anzen how this is going to go down."