He lets the tentacles manipulate him without protest or resistance, and only winces when one curls over the reddening patch on his throat where Charlie got him good. Small mercy that he's not hungry right now; he's shivering, though, coming down from a hell of an adrenaline burst.

"I-" and it's his turn to cough, covering his mouth to keep the blood from spraying further than it needs to. "I-I-I don't know what came over me, I know I've been- fucking intolerable the last few days, but... Jesus."