That's not the reaction he expects, but as soon as Daryl's moving, he's tensed and ready. Duv doesn't want to hurt the man, nor have himself be the next target of retching should Daryl get sick, so he lets himself be toppled onto the ground without more of a fight.

The fighting would come once they've landed. He hits the ground with thud and he's reaching to grab Daryl's wrists. One of his knees attempts to wedge itself between both of their bodies to give them distance and hopefully force Daryl to come to his senses.

"You're going to hurt yourself," he growls.