Schuldig blinked, then settled a cocky smirk onto his lips.

"I needed something to ice my eye so it didn't swell shut." Schuldig answered casually. "I've heard steaks are good for that, so I gave it a try."

Even though his demeanor seemed calm, he was busily trying to calculate just how annoyed or possibly angry Brad was about the situation. He didn't seem too upset about it, but he also wasn't looking directly at Schuldig.

It was a minor infraction, so he wasn't worried about getting a matching set of black eyes. Brad would just be huffy with him, and probably make him go out and buy a new one. With his own money. Which would suck.

But any chance he got to ruffle Brad's feathers was worth whatever punishment he might get. Well... usually.