If he had retaliated immediately, The Shadow was prepared for it, and he's mildly surprised not to have to defend himself right away. He hesitates to answer, catching his breath as quietly as he knows how. Adrenaline has risen to shake off the effects of the scotch, and he's not quite ready to let go of the practice. The cane remains angled across his body in the back-handed grip, ready to ward off a quick blow.