Against you or on you?

[he crosses his arms, curls the corners of his lips, almost knowingly. Only in the sense that he knows himself well enough to guess he did try something. Two boys alone in a bedroom, one of them completely drunk and prone to being more physical than the other will ever be comfortable with. Of course something happened.]

But then my face doesn't hurt, so I didn't even do anything that'd earn me another punch. The mystery's killing me.