[A trickle of blood runs down the side of his head, causing him to rub a finger through it and look at it in the light.]

Ah, no big deal. Head wounds just bleed a lot, but they clot up quick. Not the first time I went through a table. Apparently this guy didn't like the intimations I made about his mother.

[He watches the large, incensed man leave. The two lock eyes for a moment.]

I was hopin' he was tougher, though. Guy his size should hit a lot harder.