He rocked a bit when Phichit bumped him, but looped his arms around the other's waist and bowed to nose against his temple playfully. "Or perhaps I'm giving yo a goal to try and reach. Outdo me, Chula."

Before Phichit can get very far Emil kisses his cheek, then goes back to circling the rink as he watches the next jump. It's not as steady as the quad loop, but it still lands, and in his head he can figure about how many points it might be worth in competition. Not as accurately as some of the other skaters, but that doesn't matter so terribly here. He's follow the motion, leading in with a sequence from the last year's free skate, then launching into the triple axel. There wasn't quite enough height to allow him to try for a fourth rotation, but now that he had the idea, he'd start trying for it before the next competition season.

He catches Phichit's hand in passing, turning them both around with the momentum of it before bringing him in close and taking the other hand as well. "So far so good?"