"...Yeah. Sort of." He doesn't feel so good admitting it (or at all, if he's being honest), but there's no reason to lie about the hazy details. There's no suitable excuse even he can think up, for wearing around a bunch of blatant evidence of the kind of violence he was just at the epicenter of. Was just the epicenter of.

Anybody who could come out of a fight like that without a few new battle scars, he doesn't want to meet. Not again, at any rate.

"It's a... long story, though. And I'd hate to bore you to sleep, since we only just met. Maybe some other time, huh?"