[Shit, he'd rather have had the fist to the face. That's like a fist to the heart. He's not self-conscious about his looks until he actually has to face criticism . . . so, y'know, for whatever that's worth, which isn't much.

He cringes and grits his teeth, trying to play it off without either exploding or crumpling. For a guy who'd make a comment like that, he's not as good as he should be at rolling with the punches.]

H, hey, c'mon, you don't gotta be like that about it . . . it was a compliment! A compliment! You probably hear 'em all the time! I wasn't gonna get creepy on you if you shut me down! That was a low blow.