Dragox growls some as he pulls his hands back but finds them wrapped up in the drapes.  Feeling the wind pull him into the middle of them makes his ears lay back.  “Shit…” he says in a very nervous voice.  As the drapes continue to brush and then stick against he only struggles more.  Soon his struggles become nothing more the wriggles.  Wrapped up like a mummy in the cloth his tail tip twitches about and his lower leg kicks around some.  He whimpers as he is held there in the air, unable to do much of anything except for letting the wind carry him where it wills.  He struggles some more before his eyes close tightly.  He begins to take deep breaths and his body starts to still some.  “I’m trapped physically.  I need to keep my wits about me.”  His eyes remain closed as his brain tries to figure out if there is a way out of this.