He took the punch without flinching. Then he folded muscled arms over his chest and glared at the other man for a moment, "Ye're nothin' but pond scum," he spat blood out onto the floor at Angus' feet. Then he reached out quickly, grabbing the man by the shirt and slammed his head toward Angus' nose. Assuming contact was made, he would haul his fist back and start throwing punches too. "Give me me money, ye toad!"