After a commotion drew you to the scene, you find Archer, lying down on a couch amidst a wreck of thrown furniture.

Apologies. I saw a spider on the ground, so I threw a chair at it. When that missed I threw a table. This continued; the spider escaped.

He stands to face you.

Now. Let me get this straight. I am an Archer. Furthermore, I am here on my own terms, and will not go out of my way to accomodate you. I will fight as I see fit, when I see fit.