Another eyeroll, though this one has a touch of fondness to it. "Jim, you could end up taking twenty fists to the face and wander out of it pretty, all pink lips and big blue eyes," he drawls, tucking away the hypospray carefully as he digs out his handkerchief to start wiping away at the blood. "And if I'd let you finish it, I would've kept drinking and then I wouldn't be in any state to patch you up," he points out.

"Better we got out of there before anyone wound up arrested or dead."