...it would be stupid to keep saying no, but my attempt now was weak.

[ Like. How is he supposed to bring out the real teeth? He can't do anything with whatever's going on now. He huffs, frustrated with the fact that whether he cooperates or not, he's kind of fucked. ]

Where would I bite you, anyway? What's least risky?

[ Maybe he can make it happen if he closes his eyes and concentrates on the permanent smell of meat he's constantly filtering out around everyone, but he's afraid of that.

He doesn't want to cross and never go back. ]