-! [A sharp curse escapes the man as his head 'thonk's back against the leg of the cafeteria table behind him, but Miguel still prefers that over having his jaw caught within Vulpes' vice-like grip.]

[Shifting uncomfortably as his captor practically straddles his lap, Miguel cringes; furrowing his brow. At Vulpes' following words, Miguel pauses; as if taking a brief moment to register them.] ..."In your experience", eh?

You've made a habit out of "owning" people, then?