[Laughter bursts from his throat even as he's punched, he couldn't even remember the last time he had laughed, or felt such elation.

There was joy to their dance, but not quite like this - even as they're trying to kill each other. His eyes widening, as if not wanting to miss a second of the light in James' eyes. His feet planted themselves as he yanks at the tie to throw the other man off-balance, a grin spreading upon his lips as he tightens it, turning the fashion accessory into an impromptu noose.

This - this risky, reckless fight, neither of them are likely to survive at this rate.

Yet - he was fine with the specter of his own death.]