"I'll make a note of it." He answered, still pulling off deepest sarcasm even whilst fighting for breath (unsuccessfully). She wasn't lying when she said it would be unpleasant-- but then having one's mind invaded was probably never going to be particularly fun, especially when he couldn't fight back.

The pained grimace on his face as he drew in a ragged gulp of air, coughing and trying to push himself up onto his feet again after being dropped, was a testament to said unpleasantness. He looked back up at her, defiantly-- and also very pissed off.

"They don't cover 'love' in your two-bit crazy-person religion?"