Pike's a fucking jackass. [He rubbed his jaw, then leaned over and grabbed for the towel he knew he dropped somewhere around here. Finding that, he tried for cleaning himself up a bit.] I don't need you apologizing to me. You're right, I did know what I was doing. You weren't going to talk, and I heard somewhere that fist fights were a rite of passage. [A grimace,] Probably better if I could actually see where I was throwing them, but whatever.