Oh, he sees what's going on here... he's being ganged up on. It's typical, really. And he can't say he doesn't deserve it.

"You've been talking to Elektra," he points out, even while watching her dress. For some reason, she's equally distracting this way. That can't be fair, can it? But his goal was to forget about the pain, so bantering it is. "Saying I let that woman do anything is like saying I let a tornado hit." That isn't how anything works, Karen!!!

"It's weird when you do it," he admits a second later, shutting his eyes and flopping his head away from her even when it sends spikes of pain shooting up through the back of his head. After a minute of laying there that way, he struggles his way up again and starts tearing at his shirt, trying to get it off his body.