Really, if he just had not punched him everything would've been just fine. But nope, he just had to didn't he? Putting the events that just happened together, Blake assumed the guy was angry and cried about something. With that being the case, he breathed out a little. Chrys, noticing the situation just sighed and rubbed the fake tears off. "Crying is stupid anyway, if you want money go ahead and take it, I have loads being the CE-" He just shut himself up and gave a simple huff. Getting punched in the face didn't hurt, just took him off guard. Adjusting his glasses, he looked almost unfazed bar the small across his now not-so perfect cheek. Watching the guy crack his knuckles was amusing, "If you want to punch me, go ahead. I don't mind." He answered. It didn't matter to him, he could get a thousand injuries and still come back to life with that damn smile.

"Y'know, I wonder, could you best Mister Actor over there in a fistfight? He has a bit of experience in fighting, I don't." Blake offered a real fight with Chrys, hopefully the guy wouldn't have 1000 volts coursing through his body by the end of the night. The bartender had to sigh, Blake was regular at this bar so was Chrys, The bartender gave a small look to Chrys that pretty much said, "If you're going to fight, then get the hell out of here and do it somewhere else." Chrys was so screwed. This was going to be fucking wonderful. "But still, if you want to let off steam, go right ahead. I won't mind being pummeled. So go ahead, send me to oblivion." He offered the male a chance to beat him up right then and there. "H-hey, you're being k-kinda rash." Chrys warned seeing the bartender give off a murderous aura.

"I know what I'm doing so just shut up and enjoy my cute little actor." He looked back up to the person in front of him with captivating sea blue eyes and flashed an almost alluring smile. Obviously, Blake knew he was handsome and knew how to use it.