"You allowed me nothing," they correct him forcefully. "I took from you that which I was owed, that which you had no right to lay claim to."
"And will you take this, too?"
He tugs lightly against their grip and they snarl in response, wrenching his hand none too gently back towards them. Too close, perhaps -- closer than he was, at least -- but it gets their point across. He does not try to break their grip again. If he thinks he can keep this from them, keep anything from them, he is sorely mistaken.
"I will take whatever I like," they hiss, "and you will be powerless to stop me. Do you understand?"
"I understand," he breathes.
He still looks hungry, leaning in too close towards them; even on a brief glance up towards his face they can see his expression, open and eager. Does he think they will allow him any more than he has already taken from them tonight?