Diego was well aware of the physical advantage Noah had over him, but he was also keenly aware of the fact that he was in charge when it came to the mental part of this situation. That was why they worked so well together, fitting together like they were one instead of two separate entities. He let Noah take control and push him back, stumbling and getting pushed into the wall with a sharp gasp, the impact knocking some of the air of out his lungs.

"There wouldn't be much left of me once you were done," Diego said as he reached out to touch the side of Noah's face gently, a stark contrast to the topic at hand. It was obvious that Diego was enjoying the whole situation despite there not being much of a physical reaction besides the glint in his eyes and a quick tug at the edges of his mouth. "Nothing but blood, bones, and bits of flesh. Tonight won't end with my death though. You want to show me that you're in control of yourself and that I'll never be."