"As long as you're ok with me not actually knowing how to fight for your honor," he laughs, grinning back and letting his hand fall away, just watching Phichit spinning in place. He continues backward, picking up speed until he can move into his own spin. His leg comes up behind him, though it's not quite high enough for him to be able to grab hold of the blade. He just isn't as flexible as some of the other skaters.