It was something of a pleasure to be off the bed. And the pain of being dragged off by his hair wasn't really much compared to having his skull slammed into the wood floor. The first time makes him see stars, a second time might involve not seeing anything. With a sound that that is meant to be a curse and is more of simple snarl, Kaito slams the heavy barrel of his Desert Eagle against the wrist of the hand in his hair with as much strength as he can manage.