While you were around midway into your fight, you clearly held the upper hand over Johnny. The movie star looked absolutely disheveled; sunglasses askew, hair tousled, and blood curling down his pretty face.

By some incentive, you felt the need to push it further, pounce the guy if you could — the blood & bruises were attractive, and Johnny only seemed to be smiling at the ordeal. He liked it as much as you did.

"Come on, sugar. Don't be shy," he chuckled wryly, circling you with a limp.