Tom frowns, continuing to step forward, wider strides to close the gap between him and Grantaire's wobbly retreat. He shakes his head and clucks his tongue like a disappointed professor.

"Alas, I'm not the sort of man who enjoys being turned down for a good brawl. Or disappointing an audience. Maybe I'm just more generous to them than you are."

And he lunges for Grantaire, bestial in his speed and ferocity, throwing a punch at the younger man's stomach.