"And I want it, so everyone knows that you coaching me wasn't a waste. So that they know I can do it," he admitted with a bit more conviction than he was use to hearing from himself. It was a strange sensation; being determined to win. Sure he'd always like a good challenge and fought his hardest to get to the Grand Prix two years in a row but he had never been overly competitive about it. He just wanted to prove himself.

But now he wanted the win. He really wanted the win if only so he could keep challenging Victor; keep things interesting for him.

"Think you can handle having a silver medal in your collection?" he said playfully, leaning back a bit so he could press a kiss to Victor's nose.