A startled shout slipped out of Harold's mouth as he was easily lifted and pulled back, his grip on Stewart's wrist breaking, his swing going wide.  He had to bite his lip in pain as his leg was jarred, a soft hiss escaping.  Part of him was pissed that Chiron had stepped in to stop the fight, not wanting to be seen as weak and needing to be rescued.  But he knew that the centaur had more than likely just saved his butt from a thrashing.  Seeing how Sarah calmed down from Chiron's words, he knew that now was probably the best time to apologize.<br/><br/>"I didn't mean to be disrespectful, but I'm still equally to blame for this.  I shouldn't have said what I did, even in anger." Pull free from Chiron's hold, he turned to face Sarah.  "I'm sorry for calling you a bitch.  I was angry, because at the time, it seemed to me that you were insinuating that one of my parents wasn't faithful to the other.  I lost my temper, but that doesn't excuse my actions."