Except for the simple fact that Jim had no real clue what words like this meant, and he stared for a moment, lips moving, seemingly processing it. He brought his hand up to his mouth, brushing his thumb over those particularly telling lips, keeping the slight smile secretive. Jim rather liked the bodyguard type, thought them simply adorable, especially the particularly loyal ones. He canted his head slightly, still observing.

"Afraid she's not here, unfortunately. Not from what I can see." Flint eyes were directed towards Joscelin again. "Joscelin Verreuil." He repeated. "Do forgive me for not knowing," and he hated that, his tone dropped some, a bit more of a snarl. "Cassiline Brother. What precisely does that mean?" Probably some sort of group he imagined, a fraternity perhaps, maybe a cult. Couldn't quite place his fingertip on it as anything he recognized.