[Feeling the other man's weight upon him increase when he sits, Felix squirms and finds he's more or less trapped beneath him. There are worse fates, sure, but staring up at the redhead who's as energetic and jovial as a golden retriever despite the thrashing he dealt, he can't seem to think of one offhand.

Ugh.]

Yeah, yeah. Patronize me all you want...you won, fair and square.

[He squirms again, tries to fix himself and he's only able to push himself up, slightly, onto his elbows. Ferdinand is bigger than him but he's not heavy, certainly not uncomfortable like this...but...

Felix makes a choked noise, then clears his throat. His breaths are coming in deep and slow now, not much of an improvement over the panting from before.]

Are you going to sit there and sing our praises all day or, what?