It was true. Those who weren't observant often didn't bother to get to know the real Tony. And some of the skirt chasing was an act. It made people see him one way and gave him a slight edge in certain things. No matter. Ziva was insulting him that Mop Gibbs could taken on full grown Tony.
"Well, let's just see, shall we?" He rose to his feet and walked over to Mop Gibbs. At least, that had been the plan until he tripped on his shoe lace and stumbled forward. Right into Mop Gibbs which struck him on the back of the head. He quickly straightened and glared first at the mop, then at Ziva as if she had used some secret Israeli voodoo or something to make the mop do that.
Turning his eyes to Mop McGee, he reached over and smacked it. "Shut it Probie," he ordered, wisely returning to his chair so he could tie the offending shoe lace.
"Well, you do look terrible if you want me to be nice and honest. And I think the pain meds are a wise choice if you were tortured for several days." Yes, Tony was hopping on the "Keep Ziva Drugged" bandwagon until she was more healed.