I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: you cannot force me into anything. You won that kiss in fair combat.

[ And in the end, it’s not as though he actually minds kissing him, it’s just…those intimacy issues of his. What’s more terrifying than getting attached, even if it’s to a fellow warrior perfectly capable of defending himself?

Honestly, if they weren’t both in their swimsuits Lon’qu might’ve yanked Wriothesley forward by the collar. As it is, he forces himself to lean in, because his pride as a warrior is on the line here, dammit! ]

So I…I demand that you take it. Do you understand? I’m not letting you leave unless the rules of the bout are satisfied.

[ PLEASE while he still has the nerve to go through with this!!! ]