If he wasn't delved into the role, he probably would have fought a lot more, perhaps even returned to his human form to force those hands apart. It was too bad that Drosselmeyer was more concerned about getting out alive and back to his daughter than actually putting up any kind of fight.

His feathers were all blown up again, and the power of that exhale pushed him to flutter backwards in the cage of hands. He dipped his chin and preened for some semblance of order to his feather but time to contemplate.

"I... may not have taken it," he replied softly. Who knew once he had admire that craftmanship, but it had been a deeply attractive piece. "I have nothing but skills to exchange." For all he was many unkind things, he wasn't bartering his 'daughter'.