[Miguel's hand latches on tightly to Vulpes' throat; not letting up even as the other man attempts to pry his hand free. If anything he just squeezes harder; his brow furrowed as he strangles his former captor.]

Oh? Nothing to say, eh?

How's that superior intellect of yours working out now??

[His dislocated hand goes to try and pick his pants back up- but it's so numb and useless that the action proves to be much more difficult than usual. Miguel grits his teeth as he struggles with this; wanting to cover himself back up.]