[ He absolutely has the requisite moves, it's just a matter of deciding whether or not he wants to employ them for something as low stakes as Ian wanting to demolish him with tickling. There are worse fates, and it's been a long day, and therefore Nate doesn't altogether mind the new pressure from above, making a show of fading strength in the onslaught. ]
You'll never...take me...alive...
[ He informs him dramatically, sagging weakly and doing an extremely poor job of hiding the afflicted sounds of agony. With a last, exaggerated groan Nate falls over, back on the floor, face contorted in a mask of pain.
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You'll never...take me...alive...
[ He informs him dramatically, sagging weakly and doing an extremely poor job of hiding the afflicted sounds of agony. With a last, exaggerated groan Nate falls over, back on the floor, face contorted in a mask of pain.
Wearily, hoarsely: ]
I yield.