There's a hiss of pain, but instead of his hold on her relaxing, the grip tightens and his arm is pressed harder into her pale throat.

"I said I didn't want to hurt you, alright?"

He repeats. And truthfully, he knows this will probably hurt a bit. But less than being stabbed, shot, kicked in the fork or punched. He'd rather not have her hold this against him too long, or have the entire department against him, moreso than already.