Not many would get in between Vasyli and Osran when it came down to it. Plenty enough were looking away, looking uncomfortable and ignorant. Rakkurat didn't have so many reservations, able to manipulate both bodies easily, holding them apart and off the ground. Osran did not try and re-enagage. Vasyli gave a weak effort to pry the beast's hand off of him. At least until he heard Mathis' voice. The minotaur dropped them both and Vasyli let out a noise of irritation before picking himself up, dusting off long legs. He cast a sideways glance back at Osran. The man looked like he was contemplating saying something smartmouthed but Mathis came in between them before anything could re-escalate.<br/><br/>Vasyli had accomplished his goal and Osran would need a bit of stage makeup to cover the bruising on his otherwise handsome face. He shrugged.<br/><br/>“If you left it I think it would help to balance out his arrogance,” Vasyli said to Mathis in consideration. It didn't help soothe Mathis' anger in the slightest but Vasyli was still ticked, adrenaline still coursing hot through his blood. He knew the scolding was coming and he sat and listened, but then Mathis wanted to know why he'd been brought so far. Before he could give Vasyli his pull attention he was asking for Kevice, and then giving Henrik permission to take his time. The animal tamer nodded politely, always willing to test new tricks that were not so polished in a high-intensity setting – at least when there was a fight breaking out backstage. When Mathis looked back to him Vasyli drew closer to him, straightening the wrinkles in his coat as if he could ease the elder man's mind in this situation just as easily. He smiled, though it was more of a grimace as he recalled exactly what had made him lash out.<br/><br/>“He said I should start looking the part of a whore. I corrected him, same as any man ought to for his choice words.” Vasyli did what the human hadn't expected, to put it simply. Vasyli wanted to show him that he could overpower him if he wanted to. To show him that he was not effeminate and weak, no matter what their appearances suggested. For all the bulk that Osran was, Vasyli<i>had</i>managed to pin him. He felt both Osran's surprise and the way he had struggled.<br/><br/>“I need to clean the dirt off my legs,” Vasyli told him, calming some now that he'd gotten it partway out of his system. “I will be ready to go on at my time cue. Osran may need a couple of minutes extra. If you've more you want to say you best scold me while I find some water.” He didn't really have to go far. No sooner had he said it and someone was bringing him a bucket of water and a sponge. Vasyli wiped his split knuckle first and then cleaned off his legs. He hardly looked at Kevice when he was brought back up. If he was curious he could ask someone else. Plenty would be off and chattering about what had happened just as soon as their performance was over.<br/><br/>Osran was quiet and standoffish when it was time – well, past time – for their act to go on. Apparently, there was a cold compress involved and then stage makeup. He didn't look all that different now except he wasn't the one looking smug for once; Vasyli was. The elf was that much pushier during their performance, shoving Osran forcefully into the right step when he'd forgotten to take one. Vasyli was classically trained, of course, and he was done allowing the man to think that he could ever lead properly. The crowd didn't seem to mind any of this, rather it looked like there was heated passion between them. Their stunts were carefully conducted as always. Osran wasn't petty enough to drop Vasyli on his face and the elf, though he'd thought about it, had decided it wasn't in his best interest to murder the human in front of a crowd of people. They parted ways, Vasyli cold as ice toward the human.<br/><br/>It was much later when the elf went in search of Kevice. Vasyli had missed dinner like usual but he did at least owe him an apology. He took responsibility for his actions and admitted his error upon occasion, though it was rare.<br/><br/>“Next late night venture I will make it up to you. My only stipulation is I pick the place this time,” Vasyli extended. “I'm sorry for making you.. uncomfortable last night? Really, I'm not sure what that was. Also, for ruining our time at the den, and then for you having to be pulled to throw together another act to add to the show as a result of my.. rashness. You've been better company than I have been.”