When I die, I'll let go

Absinth shook his paw and pulled his balance free, as he staggered she was able to grab the upper hand and clamped her teeth over his throat. Not hard enough to cut off his breathing, but enough that he got the message. He had lost this fight. She had learned much since they had parted, as he had. It did hurt his pride a little that she won, but he wouldn’t let her know it.

Instead, he looked across at her with half lidded eyes. “Absinth, Absinth!” he cried with mocking eyes. It was the closest she would get to her desire to have him cry her name in winning the match.

"Speech"