As soon as they rolled, Deme knew where this was going. he had the strength to reverse the situation.  Fighting was second nature to him and a fight in this manner with his brother was appealing on many levels, but he held back, unsure what made him stay his counterattack. He returned a devious gaze up at Seth.  "Question is, Seth, do you even know what to do with that?" he tightened his knees a little and locked his ankles behind Seth's head, putting pressure on his neck. The thought of that beats entering him sent chills down his spine.  Whether it was a good or bad thing was debatable, though he was sure it would take a whole lot of prep be fore he could. None of this was planned, but the fact that Seth was so eager to his advances explained a lot.