That's better. He bares his teeth in a wild grin- for a moment anyway, before he's darting to the side with a high sound. "Y'punched me in the tit?!" Sounding accusatory and amused at the same time is probably a talent. Granted, it's his own fault. If he hadn't hunched down and away reflexively, it would have caught him anywhere else.

Still, how dare.

The hand he'd pressed against his own chest curls in to a fist, and he steels himself. Squares his shoulders and ducks his head, right before he lets out a little growl and rams himself towards Jet's gut. What's the fun in being half a foot shorter than someone if you can't take advantage of it by aiming headbutts at their soft parts?