That powerful hand gripping his wrist was enough to make Jim stop for a split second, jaw hanging slack, open-mouthed as he stared at the other man. Right, a bodyguard. He didn't make any sort of motion to allow it known that he was in pain, but he continued to sneer at Joscelin, continued to snarl silently at him, lips curling in unspoken words.

"You don't wish for me to speak of her in such a way? Really." He licked his back teeth and his hand flexed in Joscelin's hand, a laugh barely escaping past his lips. "And you'd only wish to be useful, wouldn't you? I think you'd do well to realise how good you'd have it if I thought you competent enough to be useful." He laughed, and he stretched forward, teeth baring, "Oh, pet, I'd make you enjoy it."

And now it was his turn to lick over his lips rather suggestively, dark eyes set on Joscelin's. "I'd make you love every second of it."