Without the filter of the helmet or Delta there's a half second where he does, in fact, stop breathing. A single, terrifying second.

"How 'bout no?" Okay good voice works lungs work and that motherfucker is actually kinda hot notnowboner why does he think of this shit NOW this is not the time or place and he hates his brain, it's official. He's not distracted so long that he cant snap his other hand up to guard against the slash, knees swinging up to try and hook his legs around Felix somehow and haul him off. No leverage in this mess of wires, not even a little.