He'd been expecting the blow, sure, but not even interrogation could've prepared him for getting hit in the solar plexus, and he saw stars for a minute - it had the desired effect, Jim pulled his hands off of him and cradled his stomach, dropping down a bit, managing to stay on his feet as he took a deep ragged breath. He swallowed hard, remembering that he could, and his dark eyes flickered over Joscelin's, staring emptily towards him.

"Go on then," He leered, and licked his lips again. He'd be bruised in the morning, likely, not necessarily unusual. And he was goading this man on, intending on making him lose his cool collected self, already moving towards him again, still on his feet as he tried to push him up against the wall yet again, his knee between the man's legs. "Hurt me. Beat me until I scream. Do you like it like that, pet?"