Dragon nearly laughs, but then Nitoh is leaping at him, and he catches at Nitoh's wrist and elbow with Haruto's hands. He's not quite fast enough--Nitoh's fist catches him on the jaw--but his grip keeps him from doing much more than staggering back a step, holding onto Nitoh for balance.

"Isn't it my face, now?" he asks, "I won it, didn't I?

It doesn't matter if it's his face or not, of course, as he shifts forms again and pulls Nitoh's body down toward his rising knee.