No. No, no, no. He was mentally screaming at himself for being such an idiot, for going along with something like this when he knew -- he knew things weren't right. So much for being cautious, for being wary.

And then the perpetrator spoke, so close to him with that gun to his back, and he stiffened. He turned his head away, jaw tighened in anger. Both at himself, and at the man behind him.

He did stay still, but the tone with which he spoke was defiant:

"Master."