Definitely IN

Adam's turn came quicker than expected when a lithe Zenthari dancer—all iridescent scales and prehensile tail—slithered into the pit and pointed at him with a clawed finger. "You," it hissed. "Fight or *fuck*?" The crowd's murmur rose to a fever pitch. Adam blinked. "Is 'both' an option?" The Zenthari's answering grin showed too many teeth.