So much for being simply flirty. Nope, fighting and flirting, and a little bit of blood meant it would be a fantastic time.

Down they went, slipping with some of the lube and the oil. He could hear cat calls, urging from the crowd but he wasn't listening. He just heard stray words- and a sharp elbow to his shoulder.

"Ow!" He complained, and made to grab the offending arm. The other hand was anchoring himself to the ground. He was moving to pin Baptiste purely with his body, not with his strength.

"Very rude of you darlin." He scolded him as he squirmed and tried to keep him from wiggling away. "You're gonna need to apologize."