[Control's a state of mind. If Cesar did have the upper hand here, even by just one point, Ryuzaki would be devastated, but it's like trying to sow a deadly plant in a patch of land where the seed can find no purchase. For it to take and grow roots simply isn't possible here, with Cesar alone and entrenched in Ryuzaki's element, drunkenly mourning a relationship that's left without him.]

It's not shit. It's him. That detective. Stupidly smart, stupidly perfect... OK, for a psychopath, at least. But isn't that exciting, too, in its own way?

[He gives the bartender a look, and the shot glasses are swept away and replaced with two more. Ryuzaki's hand slides closer to Cesar's crotch, conveniently falling there and squeezing when the other man stands resolutely. ]

I also find embarrassing myself exciting. In. Its. Way. Sit down before you hurt yourself... and consider letting me do it for you in a way you'll like a lot more.