Dallas knows he isn't exactly popular among the other cowboys with his cheekiness and impudence, but he'll be lying if he said that that was the entire reason for his regular brawls.

"Whoa there, sugar. Don't reckon you wanna harm this good-lookin' face too much, do ya?" Dallas winces from the unexpected sting despite himself, carefully keeping you on his lap as you tend to the wounds of his last fist fight.

The fights are fun, but Dallas certainly enjoys what comes after the brawls much more.

"Big guy, but I got in a few good licks, ya see?" He gestures to himself grandly, looking rather satisfied despite the bruises and dull pain on his body.