[It hurts and he stumbles back, but after a moment of nursing his jaw, he just starts laughing. Caliborn isn't even in a real fighting mood quite yet. Not when she's clearly smarting emotionally and, unfortunately, she IS better at fisticuffs than he is.]
Please. She's nothing. You're nothing.
By all means. Strike me again. I don't care.
And? Even better. That "sis" will feel it too. It's perfect.