Ilya getting Shane out of his head when he's not playing up to his usual standard by straight up dirty talking to him in the locker room, whispering pure filth into his ear to rile him up. The only things the Cens can see is Shane seemingly getting progressively more angry, trying to unsuccessfully pull away from Ilya and then responding through gritted teeth, clearly seething. Honestly, for a minute there, it looks like he might hit him. But then he gets out on the ice and fucking demolishes and Ilya's just sitting on the bench, smug as fuck, because if there's one thing Shane has trained himself into through the years of secret hookups, it's playing an amazing game while fucking bricked up.