Jack gives up on even trying to wriggle away when she slams him against the wall, a little stunned but mostly aware there's nothing he can do without actually hurting her, and he refuses to do that. The phantom fire doesn't even hurt her when it flickers around her hand on his throat, it just cushions the blow, like a barrier of soft air between her and the muzzle she tries to smack.

His tails tuck up against his legs at the second hit, and he looks back at her with ears pinned back but no teeth bared.

And then suddenly she's-- herself again. He drops to the ground, tongue lolling out a little as he tries to get his breath back. "Faith?" he coughs.