"I'm all for followin' the leader, but you think I could get in the first punch this time? Least let me have one?" It wasn't that FP needed to establish himself as a dominant male. It was better for the show. Better to let them think they had the upper hand.
Pushing away from the table, FP didn't even wait. Hardly a second passed before he was in one of the guy's face and swinging a hard right hook.
Except the guy's jaw was much harder than any face he'd broken and smashed in his days. "Damn, son. What the hell are you made of under that pretty face of yours?" It was probably the wrong question to ask. Definitely, the wrong one given how easy it was for FP's target nearly threw him outside.