One of the last words he would use to describe himself was gentleman, but for him it just went without saying that guys that though hitting women - or children, for that matter - didn't deserve to live at all. other than that he was just the socially crippled guy he had always been.
"I'm not the only one refusin' to take everythin' from your friends. They start shit, they better be prepared to have it ended." He wasn't particularly concerned with the consequences, he might be if they wouldn't leave so soon. Defending the honor of his alleged cousin or stepping in to aid a not particularly distressed damsel were at least somewhat understandable reasons to get into fights.
"You aren't? Thought that was in the job description." he chuckled. Normally he would have gotten her some ice but that was pretty hard to come by these days. He flinched slightly as she touched his hands, not because they hurt but because she touched them at all. "Nah, 's just the left that's broken. Other's just a few busted knuckles, just a little bruised. Had worse." And he had. As subtle as he could he moved his hands out of sight and into the pockets of his leather jacket. Just in case.