[ Lighter laughs a little, the sound low in his gut, warmed by the weight and friction of Aak's thighs. He shifts the substantial angle of his hips between them, touch skirting his jawline briefly before falling to his waist. He tucks his palm against its angle, gloved thumb pressing to a slender hipbone. ]

Sure, it might be precarious for anyone who isn't me. [ He wouldn't be the the first to look at him like that, as if his dedication to the bit is something worth dissecting, flaying open to see what lies beneath. ] I've got a lot more than just my own pride riding on my title though.

[ If he knows the irony of his words when juxtaposed with his aversion to eye contact, he's not acknowledging it. ]

But wouldn't people love to see a champion fall in the right conditions? That's when the winnings really start racking up.