The air left him in a rush as he hit the wall and Jonathan struggled against the unseen force holding him pinned there. It took a moment or so longer for him to be able to regain his control, the wound closing enough to give him an extra edge now that she was not bleeding so openly, and he sucked in a breath of air, leaning his head back and making a pained sound.

"I will..." It was more a snarl of pain and hunger than the smooth sound of his voice, but he thought he could perhaps manage that much. Although with the amount the cup likely held, he did not think that it would aid him much at all.