Noah bites down on his lip as he presses up closer to her when her hand remains flattened on his chest. There's a soft smirk on his face before he tilts his head to the side to look at her.

His fingertip drags down the side of her neck as he meets her gaze slowly, because there is one answer in particular to that rhetorical question.

"The guy was a fucking asshole to you. He doesn't deserve his damn expensive watch or to not have his face rearranged. I don't regret it."

It's as simple as that, okay? "He's probably pissin' himself over not having his watch while he cleans up his face. Now he's having a worse day than he made you have."

So yeah, he's really pleased with himself. His fingertip trails over the top of her shoulder.