He took a moment to savor that quiet struggle, feeling the prisoner squirm beneath him. He wouldn't let 836 fall unconscious--too dangerous. He'd soon recover, and return to his insolence. But for just this moment, his pointless babbling was silenced. Perhaps he'd gag 836 later.

He didn't relent until the struggling lost its conscious intent, becoming more of a reflexive spasm that signaled the man was truly in distress. Only then did he release the pressure, standing up with the leash in hand.