It's fun. Fighting like this. Each blow is met with equal force, a calm settles over him that only the music tugs him this way and that.

The lust in those eyes steals his breath away - he knows what his Lao Wen wants with him. Hasn't he already offered just that? His smirk grows just a little as he bends backwards to avoid that kick, letting it swing harmlessly over him before spinning away. He senses more than hears or sees people turn to watch, but Kexing has his attention. Always.

But he doesn't answer with a kick, preferring another slash with an arm, feet moving to carry him around Kexing as necessary.