[he's not sure of the exact term, but he can gather the context. Given how forward the man was being, it was obvious just what he wanted.]

It's, it's not something druids are allowed, we choose not to. [he's quiet to say it, but still stern. It's not out of shame or so he'd claim. His hands grab the bullman's wrists and pull them away. Silas has perhaps a surprisingly amount of strength for his size, but a boar isn't a weak animal to be akin to]

So, hands off. I'm done with you.