Fortunately for Nik, Gor had just shot. Unfortunately for Gor, this meant that he his posture left his neck a wide-open target for his brother's hand.
As the balls slipped into the pockets with their dull thuds (two of them, as a matter of fact), Gor found himself instantly on tip-toes, trying to avoid his older brother's wrath.
"Jesus Christ, Nik!" he yelped, shoulders all bunched up with his long hair flopping gracelessly into his face. The yelp was a much louder noise than Gor had ever intended to make in a roomful of people, but Nik's sudden appearance and the physical contact had surprised the hell out of him. Not to mention hurt.
It didn't take long for Gor to begin squirming. He simply had no tolerance for pain. Or for Nik's rage, for that matter. And Gor was also a very poor liar, and he knew better than to try it. "I didn't want to! What's the big deal?"
It came out as a plaintive whine. No tolerance at all.