"Oh, fuck off, you cunt... anything you'd get me would probably have stars and stripes on it." His body tenses with every instinct to lash out, to attack... but he can do fuck all at the moment.

He could pull himself off the hooks, maybe, but what the fuck would that accomplish in the end? Probably torn apart for real.

So he forces himself to let out a breath, to relax his jaw that's starting to ache from clenching it so hard and just looks up towards the ceiling. "You ruin the coat and I'll find a way to gut you."