"What? You think I'm threatening you?" Talsarios drops the blade back into its scabbard with a click, and bares his teeth haughtily. "If I wanted to threaten you I would not reach for steel!"
Suddenly calmer - or at least mastering his flash of anger - he steps back. "I am sorry. You were wounded when I pressed for action. I forgot. I will apologise to your mother, present my guest gift and be on my way." By the time his sentence is finished, his voice is shaking - but with remorse, or fear, or anger?
He nods a short and slightly cringing bow, and turns to go.