[Miguel's eyes narrow. Welp; he wasn't looking forward to eating food that looked like the inside of a horse's ass anyway.]

Is that a challenge..?

[As Vulpes digs his finger's into Miguel's wrist, it would seem that he has his answer. The Spaniard grits his teeth- but he doesn't let go until the other man suddenly presses a finger into the pressure-point of his wrist; causing Miguel to make a brief noise of surprise before letting go.] Gh-..!

[His response is immediate; suddenly reaching out with his free hand to knock Vulpes back with a swift MANLY SLAP across the face.]