Blonsky swallows quickly all that Chris gave him before finally dragging his mouth away. His eyes flutter open briefly, showing a bright green glow as he moved back to his own side of the car. He was in a between state of himself and the beastly form, all primal now. There was a loud tearing sound as he ripped off his right sleeve, then his focus returns to finishing himself off. He climaxes with a snarl through gritted teeth then a final gasp. The wadded up cloth was tossed out of his window a moment later.

He slumps back against his seat catching his breath, adrenaline and heart beat racing. He can feel the change, so close, just within reach. If he pushed for it, he knew it'd happen, and part of him wants it. That part always does. He forces himself to calm down, deep breaths, feeling a dazed kind of euphoria, and the urge to destroy something--or someone--eventually subsides. After a few blinks his eyes return to their normal shade.

The gaze is no less intent for that, his focus entirely on Chris now. The one who still remains when he had every chance to run. His grin is less than sane when he finally responds to him. It's decisive, allowing no room for arguments. "No, I won't." He pauses, licks his lips, the next a seductive threat, full of dangerous promise. "You're not going anywhere."

After adjusting himself back to decent, he considers his opposite sleeve before tearing that off too, and tossing it casually to the side. Within moments they're back on the road, at a normal speed.