[The only thing that headbutt wins him is a derisive snort, her clawed fingertips curling up to scratch gently at his chest, which is, admittedly, kind of dickish given that she's adding insult to pinned down injury.] Fine. I like to think I'm not unreasonable.

You want up, you earn it. [Odds are if he can't shove her off he won't stand a chance in round II against what'd literally just hit him, after all.] Get yourself loose and you can do whatever you want to the sorry bastards-- I'll even cheer you on while you do it.

Screw up, and it's time to start counting sheep.