The grip on his hair draws a visceral noise from deep down on his chest. There's few men who could physically overpower Eskel, and it's very startling but gives him the thrill of something new, a rarity in so long and repetitive a life. Which might have how he got in this position last time, though at least Bull has kindly refrained from getting him drunk and ripped on fisstech. He might actually remember this encounter, at least.

"They are my only clothes." He admits. "Shirt's fixable to a point--" as evidenced by the many visible mends in it currently."--just don't rip the sleeves off or anything, deal?" He laughs.