"I may have fractured his jaw with that second punch," Watson says, thoughtfully. "At least I dislocated it. I regret that not at all. I think that's the very minimum of what a man like that deserves."

He looks at her sideways. "I could have defended myself, yes. I didn't want to. The consequences for running into someone else's memories and laying a man out on the floor should fall on me, not on you for responding to what must have seemed like a madman."