He laughs again, sharp and disbelieving. "As if-"

He cuts off with a choked sound that turns into a whine as the thing sucks at his nipple, and he reminds himself he's bound here. Tries to focus on the warmth of blood trickling from a dozen claw wounds. Tries with everything in him not to acknowledge how good it feels, even as his traitor body reacts and he shivers again, this time with the urge to arch into the heat of the thing's mouth.