As he looked down at his opponent, a noticeable smirk pulled his lips to the side. Carlisle had felt more than victorious, more than confident that he showed his guts. That he was willing to take blows to end any and all conflict. [i]No matter the cost, I'm going to sit in that spot.[/i]

Holding his side, he turned to face Brenda. The elder lady still held the presence of a boss, royalty even. It made him want to know more of this world that he was involving himself in... it made him want to delve in his family history. He could feel the warm liquid trickling from his side, dying his white dress shirt red. 

“Yo, Grandma? You plan on covering these injuries as well?” he wondered, feeling the sting more prominent now that it was over. “Cause this hurts like hell,” he added with a lighthearted smile.