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I'm the Sam Foster you'll remember, no one else. ”Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.”

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Can I Have This Dance? || Gwen & Sam

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“Beautiful?” Gwen eyes fluttered, lighting up to the sound of that. She never really did know how to respond to compliments back, seeing as guys had never really gotten to her know her well enough to. “Hey, I beg to differ.” Gwen slightly shook her head, chuckling. “Princesses are totally cool. Although, I’m no princess. I’m queen.” Gwen raised her eyebrows, a little smirk tugging at her lips. When Sam had challenged her to prank him, the possibilities all lit up in her mind. She didn’t exactly know where this mischievous side of her was from, but it was safe to say that her eight year old brother had rubbed off on her just a little too much.

In the more private area they were now, Gwen leaned against the wall, Sam standing in front of her and couldn’t stop smiling. She knew Sam wasn’t the guy to have a totally corny and cheesy night, especially in prom, and didn’t want to have a cliche date. Even she herself didn’t mind stirring things up a bit. “Then why don’t we do one?” Gwen suggested, hopeful that he wouldn’t think she were crazy. “You love pranks, sir, teach me your ways.” Gwen suggested, poking his stomach.

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"Teach you my ways?" Sam said, thinking of it. He liked the idea but was also a bit unsure. Teaching Gwen would mean brining her into the kind of world he lived in. This was just step one, what if everything else would follow through? But he pushed that aside. He could be in control, he could let her have just a taste and not a full dip. "First thing you need to know about pranks is that it takes time to prepare. You can't always just do them at the spur of the moment," Sam told her then smirked. "But we can do one right now. Fairly simple but still entertaining."

He grabbed her hand and led her back inside to the crowded room. On the way he took two salt shakers discreetly from different empty tables and led Gwen to the buffet area. The dance floor was at its peak and barely anyone was getting food but that was perfect. After the song slows down they'd all want some punch. He let go of her hand and smiled at her, unscrewing the cap of one salt shaker and placed his forefinger at its top to prevent it from spilling over. He slid the bottle in his sleeve and pocketed the other shaker. "We'll just give the punch a new flavor yeah?" he said. He grabbed a glass with two of his free fingers, the fact that he had fairly large hands always helped and tipped the salt container, spilling all its contents inside. He lifted the glass and dipped it into the punch, shaking the white powder out and took out the glass without really getting any punch then got the stirrer and mixed to make sure it would be dissolved. He took Gwen's hand again and walked a few steps to where the pitcher of water was. "Everyone would want water after that salty intake of punch," he said and took the other salt shaker out and handed it to Gwen. "Your turn."

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Can I Have This Dance? || Gwen & Sam

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Gwen let out a laugh and quickly shook her head, squinting her eyes in a slight embarrassment. She’s always thought her eyes were a little too big, and it didn’t help that people would constantly remind her about it back in high school. “Oh, you mean my bug eyes?” She teased herself, before subconsciously wrapping her arms just a little tighter around Sam. “Being a princess is so overrated anyways. Besides, I don’t think it’s very princess-y to put whoopie cushion pranks on people, which by the way, I still have yet to pull on you.” The girl raised her eyebrow before giving him a playful wink.

Not believing one second that he truly wanted to make the night all about her, she thought about something. “You’re sweet, you know that?” She smiled before pressing a small kiss on his cheek, feeling a little spontaneous for doing so. “But this can’t be all about me. You’ll be bored of me, I swear. Come on, let’s go somewhere else.” Gwen asked, a little mischievous glint in her eyes. Looking around, hoping no one would hear, Gwen gently let go of Sam before grabbing a hold of his hand and leading him near an area where no one was really around. “So, you like pranks, don’t you?” Gwen grinned, hoping this little gesture would flatter and impress him.

"Bug eyes?" he said, finding the term funny a bit. "I think they're beautiful." That was the truth. They were large but complimented her perfectly. It made her seem more innocent and child-like. "You're way cooler than a princess is, don't worry," he laughed and grinned mischievously at her. "You planning on pranking me? You're really going to do that huh? I challenge you," he replied teasingly. He loved that about Gwen. How she had no fear in throwing a playful punch back. It was hard to find a girl that didn't take pranking into a perverted sense or adapt a little school girl voice and beg him not to. 

Sam chuckled at her comment. "Yeah, sweet," he brushed it off and raised his eyebrow again when she went up to kiss him on the cheek. He didn't mind and honestly would want more but reminded himself Gwen was different. He didn't want to treat her like he did all the other women, like all those other one night stands. She later on took his hand in hers and led them out of the dance floor to some place that was a bit more secluded, making Sam wonder what she could possibly be up to now. "Yeah I do," he replied, getting all the more curious.

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Should I feel special?

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Up to you, doesn't really change the fact that you are.

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Well aren’t you generous?

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Well I did say only you so I'm selfish to everybody else.

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Can I Have This Dance? || Gwen & Sam

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Looking into Sam’s eyes, watching the smile on his lips form, that was enough for Gwen to smile back. There was something about him that made her just… smile. Trying hard not to let her feelings getting the best of her, Gwen sheepishly smiled, definitely taking note of his compliment and felt her cheeks growing warm. This was all so new to Gwen, and the feeling of butterflies in her stomach grew rapidly. Not being able to take her eyes of him as his hand slid down her arm, she bit her lip when he took her hand in his and felt a slight chill run down her spine. In truth, Gwen has never been in a relationship before, and as much as she hates to ever admit it, the constant thinking that she might screw things up with Sam was practically eating her alive. She wanted to impress him, at least, in a way she knew how, but she had no idea what she was doing whatsoever. The only thing keeping her from falling flat on her face was the fact that for some odd reason, looking at Sam made her feel… safe, in a way. So, as her heart raced as he agreed to dance with her, it slowed down just as fast as he lead her in the right way.

Letting out a small laugh as he brought her hands up and around his neck, Gwen listened to the music and moved along to the beat of the song, a consistent grin set on her face. The feeling of being this close was warm and pleasant, and so far, for Gwen at least, prom was everything she already wanted. “Fantasies?” Gwen asked, laughing slightly before thinking of how to respond. “Well, I kind of love fairy tales, so when I imagined my own prom, I kind of wanted to be like my own Cinderella. Although, I think the whole running away from you and losing my shoe would be a little weird, and I don’t think I have a reason to run away, so.” Gwen bit the inside of her cheek, smiling as she saw the dimples in his. “How about you, huh? Is there anything you want to do or accomplish here tonight?” Gwen asked, wanting to make sure the night wasn’t only about her.

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Honestly, fairy tales were complete bullshit to Sam. He's learned to hate them and think of them as nothing but lies-they were after all. Life wasn't as perfect as that crap, everything wasn't so good, and princesses and prince charmings were a sad excuse to escape reality. Sam scrunched up his nose, "Not a big fan of fairy tales but yes, you don't have to run away. And even if you did I won't have to lug a shoe around with me, I can recognize you by your eyes," he replied. The shoe thing with Cinderella never made any sense to him but he held back from rambling about it and respected Gwen for her beliefs and dreams and whatnot. It's what was so interesting about her after all. 

Sam thought a moment about his reply. About his goal for tonight...there wasn't much. He already told himself to lay back first on the trouble and let everyone have a boring normal prom. It wasn't his time yet to step in, he didn't even know everyone yet. No, it would be better if he got to know the grounds first before anymore but a perfect answer just came up in his head and he knew it was the truth. "Something I want to accomplish huh?" he said and raised an eye brow. "To make this a great night for you."

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But can’t I appreciate the taste and shove it down at the same time? I’d like to call it… multitasking.

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That certainly can be called that. Alright I'll allow it but only you.

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Can I Have This Dance? || Gwen & Sam

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Feeling the kiss Sam had gently left on her cheek, Gwen’s eyes widened slightly and turned around, hoping to hide the apparent blush and smile growing on her face. Becoming frustrated of not being able to think of a response fast enough, Gwen shook her head before returning her eyes back to his green ones. “No one likes a cocky boy, Sam… But maybe that makes me no one since I chose to show up tonight, so.” Gwen laughed at her own remark before shrugging and looking out at the party scene ahead of her. There were a lot of things that came to mind when he had asked her what she wanted to do. There was always going outside and having a little more intimate place to talk, and there was always just sitting around and talking, but none of that seemed to appeal to her. The only thing she wanted was to dance with him, as corny as it may be. It was prom, after all.

Looking at Sam’s face, hoping to read his expressions, Gwen wasn’t sure if he was the kind of guy who would want to dance and didn’t want to make him not have a bad time for her wanting to do so. Glancing at the dance floor, Gwen  scrunched her nose up a bit before going right ahead and asking him anyways. There was no harm in that, she thought. “I don’t know if you’re into this, but I kind of wanted to dance.” Gwen smiled nervously, hoping he wouldn’t reject her. “But if you’re up for something else, I’m totally down for that. As prom queen, I have to dance with the king, which would be Matt, but I would much rather have my first dance with you.” Gwen admitted, biting her lip to stop a smile that tried to spread on her face. “It’s too bad you didn’t get nominated, though. We’d be like the dream team of prom.” The girl shrugged, not really caring about the titles anymore and re-focused her energy back on prom, and more importantly, her date.

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"You're definitely not no one, Gwen," he replied to her, seeing the blush on her cheeks clearly. She was beautiful and making her blush felt nice. He liked to think he had an effect on her, as if it were some small reward. He was liking Gwen more and more but kept reminding himself to keep things at bay. Sam smiled at her invite and shook her head. "I'd love to dance with you and who cares if I'm nominated or not. It's a silly title and you've already won even before you were nominated," he said, sliding his hand down her arm and lacing his fingers through hers. "Let's dance then," he said and led her to the dance floor.

Sam wasn't much of a dancer unless it was the cramped kind of club dancing. These formal things weren't exactly his type though he'd been to lots of galas because of his parents. It was those droning nights of socialites speaking to him, trying to get on his good side so he could whisper a few sweet words to his parents about them that he learned to read people so well. Their small mannerism and hidden messages-all the bullshit and the truth. He played with their strings and kept them on their toes. But tonight he pushed that aside, tonight was about Gwen and how much he wanted her to have a memorable evening. He guided her arms around his neck then wound his own around her waist as the music slowed. They swayed to the beat and he looked down and smiled at her. "I'm pretty sure you have a fantasy of nights like this. Tell me about it."

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Either way, I’d still be eating the snack in the end, wouldn’t I? There’s no difference, really.

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There definitely is a difference! You have to appreciate the taste.

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They’re only good if you plan on sharing.

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That depends. Are you one of those people who can appreciate a good snack or one of those people who just shove everything in their mouth?

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Can I Have This Dance? || Gwen & Sam

After long anticipation, the arrival of this much awaited night has finally come. It was only natural for Gwen to want this night to be perfect, seeing as she hasn’t gone to her high school prom before. To make up for it, the girl made sure everything would be amazing and just everything she hoped it would be. As a freshman, Gwen has struggled with many demons in her life, and her emotions had always gotten the worst of her. Tonight though, she challenged herself to change this. As Gwen liked to think, it can’t hurt to forget about ourselves for one night. So that’s exactly what she planned to do. In her room, sitting in front of her vanity, she let go of her last strand of hair that was wrapped around the curling iron and smiled in satisfaction. Walking over to her closet, Gwen carefully took her gown off the hanger and slipped it on. When she was zipped up and ready to go, she did a little twirl, giggling slightly as she watched her dress gently flow around her ankles. Grabbing her purse and checking the clock, Gwen decided that it was time to head out and go to the Laguna ballroom.

Arriving closer to the door, the loud, mellow music blasting throughout the air gave Gwen slight chills, in an oddly pleasant way. Reaching the door, she had taken one deep breath in and exhaled slowly. Well, this is it, Gwen quietly mumbled to herself. Putting on her best smile, she gently nudged the door open. The minute she stepped inside, her hazel-green eyes lit up. The lights, the music, the hustle n’ bustle of the people around her; it was truly magical and everything she had pictured it to be. All that was left was to complete this picture was to look for her date. Smiling anxiously, she walked over to the railings of the second floor, looking down, trying to find a certain curly haired boy. Thankful enough for his infamous hair, Gwen spotted him almost instantly. Biting her lip and feeling the butterflies form in the pit of her stomach, Gwen straightened up and walked down the large staircase, in an elegant manner. Reaching the bottom, and never breaking eye contact with Sam, she laughed nervously the entire walk towards him. “Hey you.” Gwen sweetly said before clearing her throat. “Well don’t you look good?” Gwen grinned, tugging on his blazer collar in appreciation.  “I hope I’m not the late one here this time.”

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Finally something big and interesting was happening tonight. Sam pulled on a pair of black jeans that hugged his legs and put on a white, loose shirt that left the tips of his swallow tattoos peeking out. Over that he put on a blue, slick blazer. He's never been one to overdress. He liked the casual look and didn't want to trouble himself in getting a stiff outfit he could barely move in. He slipped on his shoes and headed out for the Laguna ballroom where everyone was gathered. On most social events like this, he would like to play a little prank on people with his mates, usually the higher ups or one of the people that crossed him. But tonight, he held back. He was going with Gwen and for some reason, he wanted to put effort in to making her really enjoy this night. He figured she'd be one of those girls that had those dream prom nights and what not. 

He wove his way around the crowd and tried to look for his date but she wasn't around just yet. He hung around by the foot of the stairs, forcing himself to keep still and not to start pacing or shuffling his feet in waiting. He looked the crowed over, watching people dance and socialize, trying to read people's expressions, looking for something interesting but unfortunately, no one was throwing out unusual or remotely entertaining actions. It was the common party scene. He bent his head down and ruffled his hair in the way that he did and when he looked back up, pushing his curls off to the side, he saw Gwen coming down the stairs look absolutely stunning. It was a cliche kind of moment but he couldn't help it, really. He just stared at her as she came closer. "Hey there," he said when she was finally next to him and he bent down to kiss her on the cheek. Sam laughed at her comment and shrugged, putting on a smirk. "Of course I look good," he replied and shook his head. "I don't mind waiting. You're worth it anyway." He smiled at the girl and offered his arm for her to take. "What do you want to do?"

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Good snacks are good.

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Let's get it going.

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Footprints in the Sand || Gwen & Sam

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Gwen slightly shook her head, letting out a laugh. “You couldn’t resit?” She asked. “Is scaring girls something you enjoy?” Gwen teased, scrunching her nose slightly. Looking at the shoreline ahead of her, she glanced back at the much taller boy beside her and nodded, smiling in approval. “Yeah, sure, I’d love that.” Biting her lip, the girl followed close to Sam’s side, taking in the scenery all around them. It was a new life in California, that was for sure. The feelings and vibes just being on the beach was nothing Gwen has ever felt back home. and it was something she was going to take full advantage of.

Gwen was taken back a bit at the sudden forwardness Sam had been, but found something about it that she liked. It was refreshing meeting people who didn’t mind sharing things, and that meant for her, she was worthy enough to know. Amazed at how nice and perfect his life seemed to be, Gwen raised her eyebrows, before laughing in embarrassment. “I wish I could say that I had such a perfect life like you, or as interesting, but I really can’t.” Gwen admitted, looking ahead slightly at Sam while beginning to talk. “I’m from rainy Seattle, with great parents and a little brat of an eight year old brother who would pick video games over girls.” Gwen couldn’t help but grin at the thoughts of her family, and how homesick she began to feel. “My grades were fine and I—” Suddenly, Gwen stopped talking and moving all together as she eyed the sun getting lower and lower, and watched as the water glimmered. A sight her eyes have never witnessed in person— a true art to Gwen. Nudging Sam’s arm, she motioned for him to take in what she was looking at. “Look at that!” She fawned. “It’s… It’s… Magical.” Gwen sighed in satisfaction, loving this picture perfect moment.

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Sam listened to her talk, enjoying the sound of her voice and resisted the urge to grimace as she said his life was perfect. It was far from perfect. It was something he hated. His life was shit. His parents couldn't care fucking less and they gave him all the money to compensate for everything that they lacked. He's never fallen in love and was scared of it but he kept his features controlled and calm. Showing any of that crap made him weak and weakness allowed people to dangle something above your head. That was his job, he wasn't the one meant to be played on. Oddly enough though, he found some sort of comfort at her life and expression as she told him about it. He felt some sort of happiness that she didn't have a life he did and wanted to tell her that her life was the perfect one, not his.

Gwen exclaimed and gestured towards the sunset that painted the sky orange and purple, beautiful against the clear blue water. Sam watched Gwen's expression and smiled again. "It is magical. I even have another magic trick to make it better but you have a big part in it," he said and pulled out his handkerchief from his back pocket, rolled it up and went right on to blindfold Gwen. "Just trust me, yeah? Stand still," he told her and when he was sure she couldn't see anything he bent down on the sand and started to trace letters on the sand with his fingers, the message standing in between Gwen and the sunset. He started with P and went on to the rest, R-O-M W-I-T-H M-E-? Then proceeded to drawing random stars around it. He stood up and went behind Gwen, whispering in her ear yet again. "You ready?" he asked then gently lifted the blind fold. "I couldn't get flowers without you noticing and I'm crap at drawing those. So...what do you say?"

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Footprints in the Sand || Gwen & Sam

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Being new to the Laguna mansion, it was like going to the beach would became a regular day thing for Gwen. Living back home in Seattle, a place where sun only came in the summer and the rest of the year was filled with dark, rainy days, the brunette was ready to take on the sun and warmth as much as she could. When Sam had agreed to joining her, Gwen found herself already getting ready. She had to admit that it was nice for her to finally hang out with people in the house and after having a little witty conversation with Sam, excitement was all she felt. Putting on a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt and her sandals, Gwen left the house and made it to the beach almost instantly— the perks of living in California.

Smiling and waving to people walking by, the girl loved the scene around her. The sun was slowly setting, there were people having fun on the beach and old couples hand-in-hand were walking the boardwalk— truly a magical scene for Gwen. Almost being lost in her own trail of thought, she almost jumped when she felt a breath hit her ear and neck. Jumping around, Gwen laughed, letting out the breath she realized she was holding. “Sam, don’t do that!” She giggled before, smiling at her new curly haired friend. “You’re not late at all.” She nodded. “So, anywhere in particular you want to explore first?” Gwen suggested.

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A laugh escaped Sam's lips at the girl's reaction. "Sorry, I couldn't resist," he told her and dug his hands in his pockets, smiling widely at her with dimples deeply boring into his cheeks. "Good then, I wouldn't want to keep you waiting," he replied and nudged his head to the side, pertaining to the shoreline. "I was thinking we just walk a bit." He led the way and she kept pace with him. The breeze was cool and not too strong, matching the sunshine really well. It was definitely a good day out, completely the opposite of what he was used to but he definitely didn't mind getting used to this. It was lovely and a good break from the uproar he'd grown accustomed to.

"I'll get down to it and share my life," he started looking ahead at the beach. Sam always made himself seem open to others, freely talking about the environment he grew up in and all that but never shared how he felt about things. It was just how he was. Too hesitant to let others know. He was the type of guy everyone seemed to know about but not exactly-not really. "I was born and raised in New York City, posh family, got everything I wanted. Life is good, I went to a good school and got good grades-just generally good but the parties were better. My mates and I like to cause a little mischief and with the lot of money your parents supply you, it isn't that hard to pull through with whatever I come up with," he rambled, finally looking back at Gwen and smiled. "And your story?"

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Footprints in the Sand || Gwen & Sam

The thoughts of how this could go played in his head. He wasn't at all nervous, nothing barely got him on his toes but he did feel excited. Strangely. Gwen was nice, she was witty and teased him right back-he found it interesting and definitely someone he would want to keep a conversation running with. Honestly, going out to the beach hadn't been much of an option for him, he was going to look for something a bit more mischievous but fuck it, she invited and he found himself wanting to go. He didn't know a lot of people in this house and he liked knowing what was going on around him and how to have things done. Playing football with Christian and walking down the beach with Gwen was a start. It was like hitting two birds with one stone-her company, and his comfort of being in control. 

Sam stepped out of his room in khaki shorts, a dark blue shirt and white chucks, rolling the sleeves up of his top a little bit as he usually did. He jogged down the stairs, crossing a few people along the way then finally made it out of the large mansion, the warm sun hitting his skin. He'd hoped he'd get a little more color in him while being here-his pale complexion certainly didn't suit the beach paradise painting. When he arrived at the beach he already saw Gwen there, her back and long wavy hair in view. He snook up behind and when he was close enough, leaned down to her height, placing his lips near her ear. "I do hope I wasn't late."

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Two Can Play at This Game || Christian & Sam

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Christian had just arrived and was really bored. He had done nothing but unpacked and finish the first task. Now he was really in the mood to do something. Anything. He smiled when Sam accepted to play a bit of football. ‘Finally. Something I’m good at.’ he thought to himself as he made his way outside.

He passed by a few people; winking at the girls and giving the boys a small smile. Just the way Christian roles. He looked around as he tried to find his way outside. ‘I hate how big this place is.’ Christian then found his exit. “Sorry I’m a bit late. Got lost.” he said as he found Sam doing some stretches. 

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Pulling his arms up for a good stretch he heard Christian's voice and Sam turned around to face the lad. "Oh hey, yeah no problem," he said and smirked. "You ready for the game?" Sam asked and rolled the ball with his foot towards him. He jogged back, letting the ball keep coming and then stopped, caught it with his foot and started juggling the ball. He'd always loved football, it was a good way to release all your stress and anger and what not but right now it was basically to release boredom. Sam stopped juggling the ball and rested it down on the ground, looking at Christian. "You better be opponent worthy," he taunted.