"That was then, this is now, and you don't--"

Whatever he was going to say is cut off by Charlie's hand on his wrist, and instead of tugging it away, or yelling in pain, or punching Charlie, or doing any of the reasonable things he might have done if he'd been fully himself, he bares his fangs, practically hissing, staring Charlie down as though he'd like nothing more than to literally bite his head off.