About to snap at her, to again demand his release, the slap across his face stuns him for a moment.  Turning his head back to face her, he glares angrily at her.  Still twisting and pulling with his hands in an effort to get free.  All to no effect.<br/><br/>Or even less than he thought, as the vines pull his arms more and more.  Jules grits his teeth, determined not to show any weakness to this.... woman.  Which is harder and harder, as the vines tighten their grip about his wrists and ankles, and pull harder at him.  And something , a rock, he cannot be sure, feels like it is poking him, about to stab him in the back.<br/><br/>Jules cannot help but sigh as the vines loosen their grip.  He can barely do more than tug against the vines that hold him, but it doesn't feel like they are going to pull his arms out of their sockets.  Turning his head as she leans closer, not wanting to be this close to her.<br/><br/>He remains like that as her fingernail moves over his cheek.  It moves down his cheek, the fingertip almost like a knifepoint.  Jules is still, hoping that it won't hurt him, his eyes closed.  Her finger moves on, to his shirt, and his shirt is cut open.  Vines and thorns snag at his shirt.  Tugging the edges of his shirt apart, and also scratching the skin over his chest.<br/><br/>Jules takes a moment to calm himself.  Turning to look back to her.  "What... what do you want?" he asks, a little more fear in his voice.