Going without air for a short period of time isn't difficult. He is a king, after all, and to say that you don't get to be a king by being a slacker is the understatement of the year. But his mind goes into sharp focus and he's acutely aware of the seconds ticking away, of approaching that point where the loss of thought and strength just begin, and of how he'll fucking break Kaito's wrist and then loosen the damn thing himself when that point arrives.

In the meanwhile, though, he just puts on a slightly considering expression, then shrugs, as though saying, '...well, it happens, what can ya do?' The changing tint of his face aside, the only outward indication he gives of any sort of physical struggle is the grip of his hands on the material of his pants legs, which is gradually becoming more and more white-knuckled.