[ Even given a fine coat of desire, Lighter knows enterprise when he sees it. Brow quirking, his heel scuffs backwards, an action that does actually seem intentional for the half-second it takes to mark it as a precursor to flopping back down on the couch. He's a guy, alright, he spreads — your ample chariot awaits, kbitty. ]

Oh? You got a venue in mind? [ He tips his head aside, curious. ] And a challenger, too, if I'm not mistaken. As a warning, I only like to fight when you bet everything on me.