I might be bent over, but my peripheral is still working just fine. I see you wind up for the uppercut, and twist my upper body just in time to avoid…most…of the punch. The side of your fist brushes against my jaw, just enough to hurt but not enough to do real damage.
“Okay, enough of that, baby!” I taunt, my right hand striking out like a flash of lightning, and grabbing your bulge through your pants. I apply some pressure, enough to start gaining compliance. “Funs over stud. At least for you!” I snarl.