[ Calling him an ape, huh? Shitting on his manners, that Rohan carefully maintains (except, not really)? Rohan was boiling before, but now he's settled into a quiet seethe, his eyes darkening with spite and his aura -- eerily calm. It's almost like the indignation he was feeling before had completely dissolved in a manner of a second, and maybe that only makes him look even more unsettling.

A challenge is difficult for him to turn down to begin with, given his highly-competitive nature. The chance to make Percival eat his own words, as Rohan takes the win? There's no money that can buy that. ]

I accept. There's nothing I want more than to see your pitiful face as you lose, and you're forced to accept that your photographs are nothing but garbage that nobody could love.

[ He doesn't even care that much about modelling. And while he does care about fashion, he's never really judged other people for what they chose to wear. He sure wants to talk shit at Percy though. Oh, hell yes. ]