If we get violent, oh yeah, we'll call it a riot

He was not left wondering long as a golden mass charged at him, effectively tackling him to the ground and pinning him beneath him. Immediately he snarled, a warning for the brave soul, but as soon as he realized who exactly it was the snarl faded into a coy grin. A round two, perhaps, a chance for him to defeat the dog and earn his prize. Perhaps the fog could work in his favor this time, but given the man had already used it to his own advantage he decided to not get too hopeful.

"Were you following me?" he purred as he relaxed underneath the weight of heavier dog before he could ask the question he expected to follow. "And what if you win again? As if there's any chance for that to happen," he teased, but genuinely curious what he wanted. Surely the night would end the same either way, but he wanted to hear it anyway even if he wasn't going to go so easy on the man this time (as if he had the first time, but he liked to tell himself that).