Adam

What followed wasn't so much a fight as a grappling match that kept devolving into moments where Susan had to look away, grinning. The Zenthari fought dirty, its tail coiling around Adam's thigh at inopportune moments, but Adam fought dirtier—at one point biting the alien's wrist hard enough to leave indentations in its scales. When he finally pinned it, the Zenthari was panting, its pupils blown wide. "You *cheated*," it accused breathlessly. Adam wiped sweat from his brow. "Yeah, and you *liked it*." The crowd lost their collective minds as the Zenthari pressed a credit chit into his hand—then promptly dragged him behind a curtain by his belt.