"Hah," JJ said. He cared about appearances, though. He didn't want to put himself in a bad place with the tabloids or with his fans. People still were quite loyal to him, even after an extended hiatus, which was pretty impressive if you asked him. He couldn't even manage to stay in Russia for a few extra months, but they stayed devoted to him for years.

"Cute, Kitten." Although his tone definitely said that he didn't think a damn thing that was said was cute. He wasn't impressed.

He knew how these tabloids worked. Much of his life was in the spotlight, especially since his parents were Olympians. He never escaped it. "No, the tabloids would have created something that didn't exist. They don't base anything on facts." He pulled on his shirt, and buttoned up his pants. He went to get his shoes. "They would have made up whatever suited them or got them hits online."

The shift in his behavior a few years back, after returning from Russia had caused some very interesting rumors back home. "It's better not to give them anything." He sat down at the edge of the bed, tying up his shoes.

"And Kitten," he said, looking towards him. "You don't know what's going to happen a the Grand Prix." The unimpressed expression he had held shifted into his typical, cocky smirk. "If you plan on fucking me, though - kiss me first." Although he had no intention of taking it easy.

He was well prepared for this year. This competition was going to be... different.