"Yeah. I'm gonna call you Number Seven." It's sneered, but there's something raw in his wide, angry eyes.

God, he just wants to toss this guy on the floor and kick him right out the door, tell Charlene and Judson that clearly, somehow, the Library was wrong, somebody was wrong because he didn't think he could put up with this jerk. Cause he wasn't the jerk, Number Seven was!

"One hit my face!" So your theory sucks. Even if that last part was probably right. Maybe just because he was bigger, it affected him less.