He shouldn't get used to that particular part of it, though there's no shortage of more agreeable men and women here in the resort who will comply without needing a competition to motivate them into action first.

Though even without Gen having a ton of concern for his physical appearance, a little bit of admiration doesn't hurt as a motivating factor either. He's far from the bulkiest guy here, but despite the unprofessional demeanor he is still military, and he has put a lot more effort than he'll ever admit to into training. He's svelte, but there is solid muscle there still, and he'll glance over his shoulder as Hank finally gets up and rests a hand on him.

There's a comment on the tip of his tongue about this place, but it gets cut short by the startled yelp when that hand makes contact. From having holes punched in his body, to a vice captain who will knock him about when he's not pulling his weight, Gen's definitely experienced far worse pain than that. The sting was felt, but was just mild enough to not be... entirely unpleasant, which is a thought he will be shoving deep down and not dealing with at the moment.

No, the problem here is the surprise of it all, because while he was expecting a little tap or even a joking swat to move them along in the game, Hank gave him a lot more than he bargained for. Gen's reaching back to rub his ass, looking mildly disgruntled at how loudly he reacted to that.

"You really don't hold back, do you, geezer?"