Instinctively, Mick attempted to pull away but he might as well have been trying to escape a locked vice. All that happened was his muscles tensed beneath his clothes. He couldn't even make the jerking motion that was required to snatch his arm back. Never had he felt more helpless than he had at this point.
With that one unsuccessful attempt he stared at William, eyes large and round as it finally sank in that he was completely helpless. Oh, of course he'd known from the start that the vampire could have picked him up and broken him in two, that he was at William's mercy from the very beginning, but that had been an educated understanding rather than a belief to his very core. He felt that now, how insignificant he truly was, and there was a long pause between the question asked of him and the answer, and instead of his usual machismo, Mick appealed to William's reason to justify himself.
"Sh-she answers to you, she won't upset you by coming after me," Mick replied, thinking of William 'making calls' on her and how she'd relented when he'd ordered her to open the cage and also that he'd brought blood to her, blood that he was pretty sure was rare. "Being yours protects me."
It was the first time he'd indentured himself verbally to William and it had come out of his mouth without a second thought.