There's a quiet choked noise, but no words, as he's left to his own devices. He won't beg for it, though he wants to, feels almost compelled to. But it will get him nothing. He simply watches Noiz walk away, and then focuses his attention on his cock to look at the marks left behind, aching to press his fingers against them and get himself off, but instead he avoids touching the bite as he tucks his cock back into his pants, whining a little in irritation.