[Miguel exhales slightly when that pressure is taken away, but remains visibly tense; not at all trusting that knee which lingers between his legs. He raises his head; looking about as proud as one can- given the circumstances.] This isn't over. I haven't lost anything.

[As far as he's concerned, the fight isn't over; this is just a small... hiccup- in the midst of an ongoing confrontation. Miguel isn't known for letting things go easily.]

You can't keep me here forever either, can you? ...Unless you plan to kill me. And if that's the case- you might as well be done with it right now.

Otherwise you'll be wishing that you had.