[There's just a moment where Tyki sneers, reaching sideways for the glass Cross was drinking out of to take a sip of it. And then he sets it back down to push off the bar, starting for Cross with a rough grab of his shirt before too many buttons find their holes. There is force behind it, and towards the wall behind him, just as there is force in the way he rips those already done up buttons off that damn shirt with the way he yanks it apart. Knee between the legs, a harshness to the way his lips clamp down. You want a challenge? Fine.]