[Miguel's eyes widen; his face only going more red with a mixture of embarrassment and rage when his loose pants are tugged lower to reveal his boxers. He kicks his legs again and jerks forward; feeling the leather of his belt strain against the buckle which holds it to his wrists. Not even the way it painfully cuts into his skin as he does this is enough to deter the Spaniard away from trying to tug his wrists free again; anything to get out of this humiliating situation.]

Like Hell..! [He shouts loudly in protest; rather quickly going on the defensive when confronted with such an assertion.] You do realize that I am a MAN, don't you!?

Do you not see where we ARE!? [The fact that this is happening where people may see is perhaps the worst part of all. Admittedly, Miguel has gotten himself into a few slightly... questionable situations in the past- but they were dealt with quickly and dismissed soon afterward. Dismissing something taken THIS far with so many witnesses to possibly tell the story is an entirely different matter, however.]

[Furiously; through gritted teeth-] If you try anything funny now, I swear to God...