Chika? Being helpful in making this a show? Not at all! He was here to make sure that he won the performer on the ground. And right now, he could feel a bit of smug triumph seeing that those hips had finally been forced to the ground.

"Funny," He drawled, as he took the other man in, "I don't feel spoiled at all."

And then he felt the flecks of blood against his arm, saw the smirk. With a huff, he reached with his hand to grab Baptiste by the hair and pulled his head back.

"Yeah...it is. Which is why you should say...you know." His voice lowered. "Say you give up."