That grin was a little bit mocking, and there was no way he missed that. Enzo glanced away (stay<em>humble</em>,) but damn if it wasn't a little annoying. He couldn't help but look when the other leaned over though-- and that comment made his face flush somewhere between angry red and embarrassed pink (as if those designer colors, he mused inwardly.) He didn't move until the other stood and extended a hand, and when he did Enzo took it and pulled himself up-- and used the momentum to put a little extra force behind the punch he aimed at the other's arm.<br/><br/>"I figure she'd skin me."