Sheepishly, and maybe a little twitchily, he smiles as he shrugs. Things happen, and he certainly hadn't gone looking for a fight. It just... turned out into one, although not worse.

"Maybe I'll tell ya the whole tale
When we're gone and all is well."

Not the greatest rhyme, but cut him some slack. It's hard to rhyme when he's worked up like this.

"What about you, how are you doing?
Not inside, with all the partyin'?"