Johnny sighs, but he's a little relieved that she's just getting right to it. "Not really, no," he says. "I kinda punched him in the face."

That sounds bad. But he wouldn't be surprised if 'the Balladeer's' already taken care of making him sound bad.

"He, uh... knows things about me. Things he shouldn't know." He really doesn't want to allude to any of this, but what choice does he have, if he doesn't want to come off looking like he's in the wrong. "Things that I don't want anyone knowing. Because it wouldn't be safe to know, right? Remember?" He looks at her, needing her to understand, needing her to believe him. "I had to stop him, I panicked and I punched him. It didn't go well after that. I need to know if he told you anything. Anything private. Please."

If that asshole is spreading this shit around, spreading it to Greta of all people - well. Johnny hopes he isn't going to have to finish that thought.