[There's no "clear fact" about it, as far as Miguel is concerned. What happened was probably just... his body's natural reaction to adrenaline, or something. It happens all the time in the middle of a fight, and it doesn't mean anything. Or at least that's what he has chosen to tell himself. In any case- it isn't anything that Miguel is even remotely interested in dwelling on.]

[Which is why he bristles; furrowing his brow at the man's following words. Now THAT is going too far- even for a joke. Him? Miguel? Allow himself to be pummeled and mesed with by someone like Vulpes? Putting accusations of masochism aside, even- this pendejo is a MAN!]

[With a sneer, Miguel frowns deeply; speaking in a low voice.] Let me make one thing very clear to you. I'm not like that. Whatever YOU enjoy doing to other men in your free time is none of my concern-- but you had better leave my name out of it if you have any love for breathing, comprende?

Because if I hear you speak a WORD of this- of these LIES- to anyone, I swear to God...