He was shoved away, but he was still laughing, still grinning and running his fingertips over his lips, pausing for just a moment, just inches away from him. He didn't have his weapons, poor dear, what was a body guard to do? Jim was more than prepared to be hit again, struck again - but it was really nothing in comparison to being interrogated, and then he was tied to a chair with only the prospect of having what he wanted in front of him.

Jim didn't let up, merely crowded him again and grabbed his chin. "Or you'll do what?" The man was bigger than him, stronger than Jim, but Jim's free hand dropped down - taking advantage of the man's self-confessed purity, groping him shamelessly. He was rather hoping it'd shock him into a submissive silence, his teeth at the other man's ear, biting down softly before murmuring.

"I told you, dear, I'll make you enjoy it."