[Between the alcohol and the molly, Ryuzaki is just messed up enough to have fun and see the most exciting and positive facets of every event and encounter. It makes for a volatile, weird situation, and as he's turning toward Cesar to reach for his belt, ready to drop to his knees and start right there to chase away the last traces of reluctance the man might harbor, he's being hit in the side of the head with an uncoordinated but weighted blow.

Though he has more weight and muscle on him than Lazarus from a year of chomping bacon and working out, he's still lighter in build than Cesar, and he goes down, violently and instantly, hitting the ground, a goose's egg already starting to rise under the skin of his scalp. Glass shatters, Cesar staggers back, and Ryuzaki is rising with ringing, wild laughter. His eyes are alive and dangerous.]

Ha! That's more like it! Is that all you've got? Come at me again, if you can.

[He's injured, but he's not hurt. It should be becoming terrifyingly clear that Ryuzaki responds to many kinds of passion exactly the same way, with monstrous, bottomless hunger.

He kneels next to Cesar, taking his time, running a finger along the tiny cut and licking and sucking the blood from his own flesh.]

I thought you wanted to get off. If you want to get scared... well, I aim to please. Always.

[He draws his fist back, following through with a vicious and far more sober punch to Cesar's jaw.]