He made a 'tch' sort of noise against his teeth. "Think about it. Would I be deliberately trying to provoke people if I didn't want a fight?" His logic was impeccable and beyond question, he was certain. "It's either that or I go out drinking and hope some idiot decides to start shit, and honestly? I'm beginning to pity the fuck out of whatever poor section of land back home maps to my liver."

Which was a depressing thought, actually. He shoved it out of his mind.