Joscelin froze in pure shock for a moment, his mind refusing to process what James was doing. Then he shoved him away violently, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and attempting to get the taste of him out of his mouth. "Do not touch me again."

His hands fell to his belt, where his daggers would usually be easy to draw, but there were only the empty sheathes there. No matter. He could enforce that statement with his fists if it became necessary- perhaps the man didn't seem to feel pain, but he knew several ways to incapacitate him and surely he was nothing more than human.