Better, maybe, but he was also as tired as the line was, so he'd beg forgiveness later. In truth though, Danny had looked a mess when he'd left him, and Julius looked. Well, then again maybe he just wore a black eye better.
Julius snorted. "That's not exactly what happened." And he wouldn't call his general twitchiness a fit of testosterone either. More like a sudden burst of a lot of tamped down things coming out all at once. If anything, the Seelie calmness of it all was to blame for this recent outburst. He had been far too long among the humans to keep his emotions and anxieties under wraps like he was supposed to. But he did as instructed and allowed Gene to get a closer look at the mess that was currently his face for the foreseeable future, laughing at the insinuation he was even near midlife, when he'd been reminded several times over by Shara that he was practically a baby. "Yeah, well, I thought it'd be more like the tavern basement fights of my youth." A snigger after the word youth followed by a roll of his eyes. "Nothing like reliving the glory days to assuage the feelings that you've already passed your prime." He didn't, for the record, believe such a thing at all. If anything he was only improving with age. But he had, in fact, hoped for a much better fight. Something to knock some of the anxiousness right out of him.