Phichit eases out of his spin into a backwards glide on the ice so that he can appreciate Emil's attitude spin, even if he can't bend enough go for something flashier; even Phichit himself can't pull off a layback or Biellmann spin, not since he outgrew his baby fat.

He whistles at Emil like he's eye candy, which he totally is. "Are you showing off for me? Because watching you spread your legs is giving me dirty thoughts."