Take your own advice- [He gasps around the hand at his throat.] -let the dessert go. Or at least, be careful about things and you can have dessert more than once.

[It's funny, he thinks, head swimming with grey dots, to fight ones natural instinct to struggle, to let this creature hold him there, while remaining as perfectly still as possible. If you ran from big, angry dogs, they tended to chase. So for now, he would act the big dog himself, even if they both knew differently.

Bargain. Calm. If that failed, then he could think of something else.]