"Okay," Magnus wheezes, doubling over and breathing heavily through his teeth as tears prickle in his eyes with the shock and sharpness of the punch. "A of all, good right hook. Gods. I sure can feel it now." He takes another few deep breaths, willing his body to adapt to the pain -- a feat it's pretty good at, generally speaking. "B of all... Let me sure I got this right. It's here?" And he leaps into the attack, aiming for a tickle rather than a punch, almost like he's trying to physically grab her dantian and/or qi and/or an amethyst on her spine-string. you know, in a friend-respecting way.