"They did not." His tone was flat, without the rough edge it had possessed only moments ago. He would let him save his face and pretend to be weary of their interaction, if that was what he wanted. Joscelin had no pride wrapped up in continuing with it, certainly. He straightened his woolen coat and bowed, preparing to turn on his heel and leave.

"You can save your breath, too. Your boasting does you no favours." Joscelin let his mouth settle into a grim line as he turned away. Anyone who wanted him would have as little luck as Jim- he did not intend to shatter his vows on a whim.