His hand being quite uncomfortably gripped, he doesn't particularly want to antagonize the creature. The stress of the situation is catching him quite off guard, and the rare panic reaction is starting to build.

"I don't know what your asking..." he says, not entirely lying. Shouldn't he be asking her what she is? She was the freak, not him.

"Let go," he said, more out of reflex than anything. His words were his most reliable defense, and he was having trouble changing tact.