He's faced this maneuver before, too. His instinct is to tighten his grip, though he does let loose a rather colorful string of profanities.

Well, fuck. Apparently this isn't the sexy "putting up a fight because it's hot" kind of fight- Owen is actually trying to escape. That makes Hawke tighten his grip a little more, though, leaning his lower body away from Owen (to make the hold a little less inappropriate), but he keeps the other man still.

"Interesting," he snarks. "But I'm sure if I got a face full of Grimm's Mercy, you'd be the first in line to take me while I couldn't stand up for myself."

Okay, Garrett does understand that people have the right to choose for themselves and to not be into things. He also understands that he very much started this by slamming the guy against the wall. But Owen used and fucked him into aching, boneless exhaustion until he was too sore and helpless to have any say on the matter- which was great. Fantastic. But his tanglethorn-addled mind chafes at Owen thinking himself too good to take what he gives.

"It must be terribly upsetting for your sex toy to get up and try to play for itself."