"I'm fine, I'm fine. You're just- you're so tiny. Like a bug." He trailed off into tittering giggles which didn't seem to fit his towering form. The many pints that sat on the counter behind him seemed to be evidence of the culprit. A successful mission meant reason to celebrate and it seemed he'd finally hit his limit on alcohol intake. Now he seemed more intent on fighting you than anything, his claim being that he'd be gentle and wouldn't hospitalize you, he just wanted to show you a cool move. Despite his claims, he kept hearing you (reasonably) deny his offer and attempted to get him to pour out the remaining beer which he swiftly declined. "Bitte! One round! It'll be quick, just throw- throw a few punches and I'll be happy!" All his pleads were cut by the occasional hiccup or cough as he continued begging, all but on his knees at this point.