[He tries to stay as still and small as possible, tries not to provoke Diogenes, tries to ignore the foul taste in his mouth and cotton-wool feel of his eyes and the sensation of the alcohol trickling and pooling in his stomach -- tries to get through this without the madman killing him.

Another thing he tries to do is keep his breathing steady, but that's a lost cause from the beginning.]

Lemme go.

Haven't done anything t'you.