Rare, huh? At least he had that going for him, something he hoped he could rely on. If Ishida threatened him enough, perhaps he could throw that little fact back in his face. He cracked the smallest of smiles as that thought ran through his mind, finding some newfound confidence. "What a comfort," he said with a hint of sarcasm. The gun was finally put away for now, the threat to his life gone for the time being. He jumped forward at the spank to his ass, for the moment free of any hold on him. It felt nice, Lee not bothering to run. Not when he was aware the gun was so close and easy to pull out. He could run and die tired, as the other put it.
The space between them didn't last long, the other suddenly on him with a nice grip on his hair, the length perfect for all the hair grabbing Ishida wanted. Lee couldn't lie, the tugging and pain it brought on felt nice. Hell, more than nice. "Jeez man, is this really necessary?" He groaned, the angle the other held him at was awkward. He tensed hearing the clattering of dishes and silverware being cleaned and put away. The doors were opened, revealing the long hallway where the noise grew louder and louder the further they walked. "Come on, really..." He mumbled, a blush coming up on his cheeks, darkening as they reached the kitchen area. Many looked toward him, some minding their business, others taking a closer look the longer they stared. Some even were vocal about their appreciation.
"Ishida..." He spoke up, frowning as he called out that same nickname. Perhaps it was better no one knew his name. The less they knew, the better. He didn't like how some of the men looked, almost matching Ishida's intimidation. Luckily, none of them dared to touch him. There was a chance that was another perk of being... ugh, Ishida's property. Without greeting any of the men, he tried to move on (as much as he could with that grip on his hair still), to walk further away to escape the kitchen. The bath couldn't come soon enough!