The shove stuns him momentarily. A painful reminder of his current state. He shoots his hand up just barely in time to prevent his throat being cut open. He gets nicked though. He tries to pry the knife away from him. His other hand goes to the wound to help stem the flow of blood.

"I do regret his death," he admits in a consoling voice. He shouldn't have killed him, he should have taken control of him instead. The one human he never should have underestimated.