Being a constantly-tense viper had its advantages. Dante knew he had to quell himself in the ring. Tibs wasn't his roommate, and without know what he could do or what he could take, Dante didn't need to bloody some school boy. The rumors would just fly then. It felt good, though, out in the open, letting his tense muscles have a bit of a reprieve, even if they were just going to get smacked around a bit. He doubted Tibs could even bruise him, but Dante didn't want to say as much.
"I'm walking you home. I'm taking time out of my free time to make sure you get there. Quit with the lip." Dante let his hand slap down on Tibs's back, right below his neck, offering a squeeze of camaraderie.
"No ball shots, cock hits or anything below the waist. No biting, pinching or squealing. Just laying out the ground rules." A gentle shove got Tibs out in front of him, toward the ring. Maybe his gaze lingered slightly longer than it should, but Dante didn't make it obvious.