[Miguel grimaces; brow creasing as the man tauntingly pats him on the forehead with the flat surface of the knife. He pauses for a moment to think the situation over for a bit before responding.]

I admit...

...That your cowardly, snake-like tactics were used to compensate for both your weak body and lack of huevos well enough to result in you temporarily gaining the upper-hand- though at the end of the day you are still a sad, lonely man in a skirt born of a whore mother who obviously never loved you.