Yep. That would be the one. He got his memories jumbled with a time I got my butt handed to me by someone back home. It does not help that I know a demon named Yuugi. Let's just say there's been confusion in the past.

I think he's pretty much obsessed with viewing you as his ultimate punching bag. He gets stronger every time he fights you until one day he wins. Or that's how it works in his head anyway. [Gruuuunt] He talks about you a lot.

[She was totally spilling the beans on him there. Calling him out for that whole obsessive semi-respect he seemed to have or this guy. Turning her gaze, she squinted a little, not entirely sure if she should, but whatever...]

You were standing over him, and he had his heart in his hands, in pieces. Whole lot more confident then, too.

I'll admit, I prefer my moral lessons a little less visceral.