Your arms around his neck and your legs hooked over his hips, you held him in a scorpion lock. Could be easily turn into a puff of smoke and escape? Absolutely. But in all honesty he enjoyed letting you win, the look of sheer pride in your face and the sweat glistening on your skin made his heart swell with admiration. He let you relish in your victory a few moments longer before repeatedly tapped your forearm as a show of yielding and commenting "Alright, alright. You win."