"--shit--" The sting doesn't hit till after her skin registers wet heat running down towards the angled edge of her collarbone, but she hisses all the same, recently freed hand clamping down across that expanding crimson line. It isn't possible to shrink back any farther than what little space she's already been afforded; Chloe attempts it anyway, hard glare still fixed firmly in his direction. "Was that really necessary?"