[The complete and total shutdown is... distressing. He tries to reach out for his blood magic, instinctively - but of course it's not there. He feels that pressure, but he's very strong-willed. He feels her barrier and he shoves against it. He doesn't care that it's a fortress. He cares that she's done something to Mob.]

[It's his power, and his choice to use it. What right does she have to turn it off? None, that's what.]

... Fine. You win this round.

[He's dropped the pretense of Mob's voice, leaving it cold and deadly. His expression turns equally cold, his head tilting up slightly so he can look at her slightly sideways.]

This wasn't my choice. And you? You're full of shit. I can see right through that smile of yours.

[Is he going to tell her who he really is? Hell no. He's not nearly that stupid. No, instead he takes a step back, trying to circle around her so he can get closer to what he assumes is the exit.]

I don't trust you nearly as far as I can throw you without powers.

[And Mob hasn't been training all that long.]