The glare didn't hurt. The punch did. It landed, so good job there, Cordelia. Just a hit on the jaw, something for a bruise or two. Well done. Well done, indeed. And no need to glow or anything else. Splendid.

He took the obligatory stumbling step or two backwards, the half-crouch, the hand to his face, the usual. No real damage--but a very solid hit. Okay, okay.

A moment or two. And then he pulled himself back up to full height.

"Are you content now?"