He's all give, no resistance. Phil grimaces when he feels his nose crack across the metal, but all he does is grin up at Heth while the blood starts to run down his face.

"Oh, patience, baby." He reaches awkwardly around his manacles and through the bars to stroke up and down Heth's arm, who did Phil the favor of getting in close by grabbing his shirt. "If you wanted me that bad, you coulda asked, a big, strong, handsome man like you. Your room's upstairs, ehn?"