The man moved like a streetrat, no grace at all. It actually made Sunny smirk. All muscle and no controle. Too bad, no fun to be had this time around.<br/><br/>Sunny didn't even attempted to avoid the grab, it made his job of getting down from the bunk easier and could even make the other man think he was slow. Though he did compensate, hopefully going unnoticed, so he'd not be at the man's mercy and against him, leaning back immediately when his feet felt the floor. Without a second glance the mouse of his hand darted towards the other man's wounded shoulder, hard but focused thrust. Immediately followed by a flip so the palm would be up and a slashing move to the neck was made, aiming to have the side of his hand make unsubtle contant there.<br/><br/>His free hand didn't just hang there, but had raised to his own breast bone, palm to the other man, fingers slightly curved, ready to react with a new thrust if the Hispanic man didn't respond strongly enough to his taste.