Diego's thoughtless motion only brought more energy to Noah. It was only the tip of the iceberg, but it meant he was going in the right direction and that was all he wanted. Despite popular belief, he could be ridiculously patient to get what he wanted; it was mostly the other people involved that made him rush, made him feel like he had to do it fast, well and at full throttle to shut them up. He didn't do people very well. Just Diego, somehow, which was probably more the mob boss's doing than his own. Diego seemed to understand something about Noah that even Noah himself hadn't found yet. It was enticing, and relieving when Diego didn't hold it over his head.

That quip was either aimed perfectly or completely off the mark. Noah grunted and pulled the fist at Diego's throat just enough to smash it back to the ground. "Last hope of Terminus? Fuck you," he said, anger filling the empty space. Control of the physical was all his, but it seemed Diego was intent on retaining control of the situation itself by raising himself above Noah. A mob boss was way more preferable to being the savior of a people that would gladly kill him for their own safety. That was pure helplessness. "I'm not helpless, and you are. You couldn't get away even if you wanted to."