[As much as he's all about beating on Alfendi, having the two of them kill each other in a blood match at the fountain isn't in anyone's best interests. Save it for when they're out, kids, and when everyone can popcorn at their leisure.

Holding on to Alice is like holding on to a hissing, spitting cat, but he weathers every slap and kick with a frown and a grunt here and there. He waits for Alfendi to get up and presumably brush himself off all prim and proper, but that isn't what happens. No, the guy goes and grabs his collar!

Dickson looks surprised, for once, before scrunching his brows and smiling like Alfendi's told an amazing joke, keeping his grip tight on Alice's shirt.]

You say that like you weren't just laid out on the ground. [Wimp!] But go on, hit me, see if that gets you anywhere.

[He could throw Alice at Alfendi and let them have at it again for a bit, but nah, that'd be giving Alfendi what he wants.

And Alfendi is a punk so no way!! Denied.]