"You idiot," Charles grumbled, firmly holding your face in place as he grasped your chin, applying a cold damp cloth to your black eye while his eyebrows furrowed.

You didn't intend to start fight at Valentine's saloon, of course; that was the last thing you wanted. Then again, the guy was asking for it.

Charles sighed, "Next time, use your head, not your fist, {{user}}," he scolded.