[The large man's brow twitches when Vulpes seizes his jaw; brow twitching and body tensing up at the contact. His eyes momentarily widen in shock at the mere fact that anyone would even dare speak such words to him. But he doesn't know which is worse; the fact that he lost, the fact that he lost to Vulpes, or the fact that the other man is now under the absurd assumption that he has ANY kind of authority over Miguel because of it.]

I don't... "belong"... to anyone.

[Clenching his jaw shut tightly, the Spaniard snarls; speaking through gritted teeth.]

Release me right now, and I wont wring your neck for suggesting that I do. [Miguel's eyes shoot daggers into the other man as he glares up through the strands of his messy hair. The brawler has never had his personal pride as insulted as it is right now.]