"Your flair more than makes up for the difference in jumps anyway. The crowds always love you." Not a hint of envy in his voice; they each have their individual strengths, and Phichit's was the crowd's favor. It's remarkable, to Emil at least. His head tilts as he gives Phichit a sly little smile. "Your thighs don't need to be as bulky. I know I like them just how they are."