More like while someone tries to drag his boss off against his will. If Floyd needed any confirmation that Azul remains stronger than he looks even in these human forms, he's getting it now. Azul digs in his heels and refuses to be budged after the first startled couple of steps.

Something is off with Azul, though. Beyond his current state of distress. It's easier to see the closer Floyd gets to the front; most of his body is hidden under layers as usual, but Azul's face, his neck... He's thinner, unhealthily so, verging on legitimately gaunt. Paler, too, which doesn't make the dark circles under his eyes any more subtle. Azul has always worked himself hard, but... not like this.

And if Floyd thinks to look, the gem in Azul's cane shows an ominous, mottled grey instead of shining white.

"I was not at all unclear that I refuse, and you will unhand me this instant or-"

For the record, it does not take Azul long at all to notice Floyd, whatever threat he originally had on the tip of his tongue unpresented. There's a moment of startlement, though not outright shock, before pale eyes narrow.

"Floyd!"

It's not a wail, whatever the impossible brat of an eel wants to tell himself. It's the sharply demanding tones of his boss two seconds from losing all patience with Floyd's games. It might not be a tone that belongs on a Submissive in this city but Azul Does Not Care.