Despite Jacque's efforts otherwise Hawlowe's fists connected with him and they hurt like motherfuckers. He took a few steps back, now about the same distance he was before. He raised his arms up again, only this time they weren't in a blocking stance, rather open palmed, a sign to say he was done with her fighting.
"Alright, Rock the Casbah Harlowe." He forced a small chuckle, more because of the adrenaline coursing through his veins than anything actually being funny. "Y'know I didn't think you had it in you. That capacity I mean, to have enough strength of will to be able hurt another human being because they made you angry. Maybe we're not that different after all."
He lowered his arms, "And if it counts for anything I'm sorry that I was being a prick the Miss thing- and I was just making a little joke about the estates of the realm, I've honesty never seen anyone curse me for that but..." He looked back at his less than supportive crowd, "I'm the stranger here, should'a known better I guess."