He made no move to stop her, didn't even jerk away, just wiggled his fingers with his wrist caught in her hand and stood his ground. His eyes skipped between their hands and her face, still looking cocky, though his breathing was shallow and deliberately slow. "I told you, I've gotta warm up," he protested, free hand moving just as slowly as his chest rose and fell to show no ill intent. Its neutrality didn't last long, snapping tense to try to grab her around the waist instead, pulling forward with her grip on his arm and stepping in to try to trip her.