[ juno balks a little. he can feel a flush heating his face a little because god he knows tall. he knows tall and sleek muscles under his fingers, and now he's fixating. peter nureyev: tall and handsome and tall and brave and trying to give him everything on a platter of platinum and he just...

he blinks.

threw it all away.

he dismisses it with a cough, unsubtle, but then again, juno doesn't do subtle, never really has. just rough and tumble. ]

I'll take you up on that.

[ juno's never going to say no to fighting, even fighting meant as training. ]

I've been in my fair share of scraps, but a lesson or two from someone else can't hurt. Keep sharp and all that.