And there's that panic again. His gaze darts to the pledges he can pick out in the crowd, in their pink shirts. He manages to cover it, looking more confused than scared. The idea of being essentially a slave if he couldn't make good on his claims terrified him--mostly for that deep-down thrill that shot through him.

"I wouldn't know the first thing to do with a pledge!" He scoffed, "So how's that worth anything to me, mate? Tell you what," He quickly cast around for something that would be demeaning to such a confident kid. Especially in front of his friends. "When I beat your arse, you've gotta get a drink with me. Tomorrow night. In a dress. I'll bring flowers." He winked at Teddy, it was obviously just for the frat boy's humiliation.