"Oh right- let me just ignore the fact that your whole body weight rushed at my face with the speed of a train," he levels him an annoyed look. "You are comparing that to being served a wrong drink." He's yet to run into someone normal here.

"Are you even hearing yourself? Well whatever," he waves his hand at him as he rubs the bridge of his nose- slightly crooked before he curls his casted fist in annoyance and realigns his nose with a sick POP- blood now gushing in his palm before it stops. "Fuck-aaagh!" He cups his face- letting the pain spear through before taking a deep breath. Not his worst injury so far.