For sport? No. ( he brushes his left thumb over his bottom lip as he looks over at him. ) But I've been in plenty of fights.

( most of them instigated by him, when he was younger and angrier and all he wanted to do was feel something — to feel even a pinch of pain. )

Tell me what you want. ( he pulls off his jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair. ) I'll fight you. I'll choke you out. I'll even fuck you senseless. Just say the word. ( he can't promise that he won't take it too far, his own emotions turbulent lately, but he can understand his need. )