He narrowly avoided looking over at Marian in disbelief at her comment, though only just. Here he was, Heather with her hand on his shoulder, and the woman he was going to marry making wisecracks. She didn't have to obey, but what happened to a bit of support?
Shrugging Heather's hand off his shoulder he reached over, taking the dagger from Marian's hand, ignoring any protest she might have made. His vision beginning to clear just a little was a trade off for a pounding in his head that was almost impossible to ignore. Wrapping his hand around the familiar hilt, he tossed it in his hand, catching it. He might be a little off, but if Gisborne thought he was going to take that, he was mistaken.
"I attacked you? I started it? Are you a child, Gisborne?" As for being beaten...He looked down at the dagger in his hand with a purposefully casual glance, then back over at Gisborne.
"Willing to test that theory?" He knew his aim wouldn't be that far off. And his message was clear. Leave before he decided to try and find out.