Kvothe shivered from a sudden chill from the direction of the door and tried to struggle, but he couldn't break the hold on him and he could only use one hand to begin with. Then his head was being pulled to the side, there was a warm, wet pressure against his neck followed by a sharp sting. He sucked in a sharp breath of shock as he realized he'd been bitten and panicked thoughts of shamblemen and other creatures that he knew did not exist, though could he really be so sure in a place? He half expected his captor to try to rip his throat open after that, but it didn't happen and Kvothe was afraid to move too much in case he might open the injury further or make whatever it was change his mind. His racing heart made the blood flow faster.