"Op- Huh? It's Subin," he corrects softly, making the correction seem no more important than if it was the time that Ruvin had gotten wrong. A matter of importance that it seems he won't push back about much. See, he doesn't want to cause any trouble. He doesn't like confrontation. What he would like, however, is to leave. This seemed nice at first but he's quickly getting the feeling that this was a mistake and he'd prefer to just remove himself from the situation before he sees for sure which way things are going to go.

He's never even given the chance to bring up the idea that maybe he should just go home now. He's given little time to ponder on the situation before Ruvin shows his hand. No speculation. Subin drops the flowers and takes half a step back from the vampire, staring up at him wide-eyed and shaking his head. "What? What do you-? You can't. Please. I- No." He looks over his shoulder, back the way they came. There's no way he can get back in sight of people before Ruvin catches him. The music's too loud for anyone to hear him if he yells. And even if they did, he'd be gone before they got here. And yet he still does the first thing that comes to mind: He runs.