He can feel that magic go through him, he can feel his tail go soft, but he doesn't know what it means. He's still thrashing around, making desperate noises, his eyes refusing to settle on Mari for fear of what she'll do.

There's too much noise in his head for Mari's compulsions to settle in. The desires of the one holding his Name are the only that that matters.

"No, no, no," he begs, holding his claws up in front of his face.