"Hk---! Spin--!" Tarn wheezes as Spinister clings to his neck and shoulder, putting more than a little pressure across his throat with an elbow. It certainly is enough to get Tarn to stop pushing at him.

He sits slumped and defeated, optics glaring hotly at the ground in front of him. After a few minutes of patiently waiting, Tarn speaks up, irritation ringing clearly in his voice.

"Are you quite done?"