[There's a low, displeased hiss in response. His wings mantle again, broader, like he's trying to make himself look bigger, or stronger. His optics glow madly. Darting from one side to another, like he's looking for a way out.]
[He doesn't want to go. He doesn't want to submit. But fine. Very well. If he must.]
[Action]
[He doesn't want to go. He doesn't want to submit. But fine. Very well. If he must.]
Let's make it fast, mm?