Connor gives a rueful grimace, and stands on one foot to twist his ankle all around, once. "Fine now. I heal quick." That's all the warning Nick gets, if it can even be called warning at all. One second Connor's looking a little sheepish and putting his foot back down, and that step is just the impetus for a sudden lunge that crosses the gap and aims low at Nick's legs. He's still smiling, too, actually.