The hold that jerks Vasquez to him is not about keeping him from tripping. Never about that. It's all about grinding himself against the other man even as his step stops. One hand comes up, gripping Vasquez by the jaw as he leans in closer to him. Slowly, grinning as he nips at the other man's lower lip, playfully snapping, not even trying to truly catch his lip or hold him tight if he tries to move away.

"One, I thought you wanted a bed," he growls. "Two, I see what you're doing there, brat. You'll get what you want but don't think you're playing me," he says, but it's obvious he's amused and not upset.