Bad move. As soon as he's got the hook going he knows it was dumb, knows he's left himself wide open because he can't fucking SEE that side and she's there with a sigh and a shake and she's muttering that he can do better, ghosty fingers tapping his elbow up and the smell of her damn shampoo-

all knocked out of his head, literally, by the elbow to the temple. He stumbles and catches, twisting to get his right up and out where he can see, where he can actually aim and goes for a second lunge. All that power- no direction. He never did learn how to temper it.