Okay maybe standing back there and waiting was a damn bad idea. The wrist grab catches him by surprised and it hurts like a bitch, but he's able to dodge the punch to the throat only by bending backwards near double and swerving to the side. He grabs the guy's punching arm, though, holding it tight, knowing somehow he won't be able to get away easily.

This is so strange. Too strange. Why is it so strange?

"There's nothing to be jealous of. Like I said it was mistaken identity." But that sounds lame to his own ears. Or like he's hiding something. Well it's not exactly the truth. "Should I make it up to you?" He glances at the tattoo and smirks a little. "Teach you how to spell maybe?"

He wants to get the guy riled up somehow. He's not sure why. It's not that he wants to be better. It's just... something. Something he wants the guy to stop doing? But that doesn't make any sense.