[He doesn't flinch, letting Esi take hold of a piece of his jacket...or what's left of it. It's charred, tattered, and Chobe just hasn't bothered to buy another shirt or garment. It makes Chobe's cocky, toothy grin all the more baffling that he can stand with such confidence looking the way he does. A torn and ragged self assured brick of a thug, a stark contrast to Esikko's polished, princely stature.

His eye narrows slightly, considering him, before he takes a step closer, spreading his arms, exposing his bare chest.]

Aaah, so that's it. Kind of a boring answer--the weak willed prince, envious of those with power! I've seen it time and time again. You're right, I'm definitely cheating. But the world doesn't give a shit if you play fair, as long as you win, right?

So why don't you try it! Right here, right now. Rip my heart out where I stand, if you can. Claw right through my chest if you're determined enough. I won't even fight back.

[Then, a darker expression, his voice lowering to a gravel.]

But if that ends up not being the answer you're searching for, not one that satisfies you? You owe me.