He was only half-shocked when the blow came, when the man's hand connected with his cheek and hit him hard across the face. Jim truthfully hadn't been expecting it. A good boy like this losing his temper - well, well well, that was an interesting sign, wasn't it? Rather than react in a usual way, swinging his fist back to connect with Joscelin's jaw, he laughed. Laughed.

"I have more power than you think I might, dear." His voice was light, sing-song, a stark contrast to the snarl it had been before. He pressed his hand against Joscelin's chest and leaned in, pressing his palm against his shoulder, pushing him back against the surface. "Don't you want a taste?"

He didn't wait for the man to pull back, didn't wait for the man's hand to connect with his jaw again, instead crashed his lips on top of the other's, so hard he could feel teeth click against his as he kissed him hard.