That gasp brought a grin to Noah's face. He was enjoying this, the rough start that was only going to get rougher. Even though they knew who was really in power here, Diego's submission to Noah's physical might was intoxicating. He could do whatever he wanted and Diego wouldn't be able to stop him, would come back for more later down the road. He didn't want to kill Diego, not the one person who had accepted him and was letting him be himself without censure. It was his allowance of Noah's freedom that kept Noah from going all out on him.

His head tilted to the hand on his face. Noah wasn't used to physical contact, much less positive and gentle contact, and it tended to throw him off. He was pretty sure that he liked it, but he also had no idea what to do in the face of it. Continuing what he was doing seemed like the best answer, if completely disproportionate to what was happening. "You're at my mercy," Noah said almost thoughtfully, hand going to clutch at Diego's elbow. He pulled him away from the wall and started to move them. "Which is pretty dumb, but no. You're right. I won't kill you. Just make you feel like you're dying." With an impish and wild grin, he added, "Isn't that what you want?"