"To put things simply. I am the one who is going to stop you and this... Artistic nonsense," he waved his hands at the smashed glass. "Please duel with me. I wouldn't hurt you, well, not until you have to crawl home that is. I'll just knock you out. Unless, you want to be boring and let me escort you, home, because terrible Trevor," he pointed at a shadow of Trevor on the roof. "Wants you alive. Young love..." He laughed.