[He stops resisting with his neck, too easy: he's letting her tug his head back like that. His smile is almost encouraging as she does it. Of course there's still that note like he's laughing about it. He enjoys the fight too much to pass for really sane sometimes.]
Good instincts! Part of the reason why I keep my hair so short, actually. No hindrance.
[If it were any shorter he'd just be buzzing it off, so she's really going to work at it if she wants to keep that handhold.]
By the time you're in this position you've got only a small window of advantage. If this were in the field I'd be trying to choke you into submission right now, or if you were struggling too much for that holding you down with my weight until you thrash to exhaustion. Then I can do whatever I like.
[Which for him means kill, usually. Not the unfortunate thing that sinister subtext may be implying.]
You're not going to get me off you using muscle. Your only real hope is that for some reason I have to move myself. Weak spots in the head are good targets. Eyes, nose, front of the throat.
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Good instincts! Part of the reason why I keep my hair so short, actually. No hindrance.
[If it were any shorter he'd just be buzzing it off, so she's really going to work at it if she wants to keep that handhold.]
By the time you're in this position you've got only a small window of advantage. If this were in the field I'd be trying to choke you into submission right now, or if you were struggling too much for that holding you down with my weight until you thrash to exhaustion. Then I can do whatever I like.
[Which for him means kill, usually. Not the unfortunate thing that sinister subtext may be implying.]
You're not going to get me off you using muscle. Your only real hope is that for some reason I have to move myself. Weak spots in the head are good targets. Eyes, nose, front of the throat.