No one's ever really offered to kick the shit out of someone if they were shitty at him. It's kind of a novel experience, really, and Artolo's first reaction is to blink for a second. After a moment he grins, trying not to seem too happy about this and kind of failing.

"I'm honored, man." Going over to one of the chairs, he sprawls in it. "But nah, I mean, more like... I'm sure the scar will come out cool as shit, but the whole thing didn't feel worth it when he was limping away. That make sense?"