[He struggles against it, yelling angrily the whole time. Telling Crow this is stupid and he is going to beat him up and drag him back, other such Rean things. At least until the narcotic kicks in and he goes more still, eyes dilating and breathing calming as the high drains his anger and upset and energy, leaving him floating.

No one needs to hold him down after ten minutes, he's pretty much placid and docile, in a totally good mood but also flushed and a bit confused about it, but not really bothered by that.

It's really the best he's felt in his life.]