"Maybe getting cut just makes me feel alive, you know?" He said with a sneer, and then opened his mouth to continue with what was likely an insult carelessly wrapped in civility. Whatever the insult was, though, would remain a mystery as he was thing pushed from behind by some other guy out of the audience. In reaction, Kitti stumbled away and spun around with his fists up in his traditional pose, half muay thai and half street brawler, and stared down the new guy. "Screw you, dude."<br/><br/>The older man, the 'champion' or whatever he was, got between them before it could escalate to the only place Kitti would've let it end... a fight, of course. To make matters worse, Patty stepped out of the crowd to watch his back. On the one hand he appreciated her support, but on the other he really didn't need her to support him. He'd fought plenty of guys outnumbered before, no big deal, he didn't need any babying. He was Kitti Mookjai, he could kick all of their asses by himself, with one hand tied behind his back. Patricia was robbing him of his manly right to brawl, that's what it was. He'd have to remind her later.<br/><br/>But for the moment, everybody started walking off and Kitti couldn't help but follow after. He did want a piece of these guys. "Hey you," He pointed at the one who pushed him earlier... then he was elbowed in the ribs and lost the breath for whatever threat he was going to make at him. Instead he just listened to Patricia, with a dour expression of a chastised youth. "I am behaving. This is me behaving. I would've knocked out some teeth if I wasn't behaving." He muttered like a kid, too, but his eyes were watching the both of them carefully. Sizing them up like a mangy stray dog sizes up another in an alleyway.