That did not feel good. Not that he totally blamed the man for not wanting to participate, after all, it wasn't the first time he'd been rejected for his abject sleaziness. It was just the manner in which the man chose to go about it that had Sebastian snarling, fingers curling into a fist. The motion wasn't enough to warrant a punch in the face, even in Sebastian's questionable state, but it was enough to have the Colonel wrenching his arm away and shoving hard at the other man.

"A simple nah, not into that would have fucking sufficed, dickhead." growled Sebastian, upper lip curling. Bringing himself to a (somewhat) stable stand, Sebastian brushed himself down, glaring daggers at the man he'd propositioned, before a thought occurred to him. Here really hadn't been specified, and it might be nice to know where here was. Also if here had anything to do with Jim. The glare was replaced with something between a sulk and a scowl, and Sebastian sobered up a bit to clench his remaining beads tight in his fist.

"Where's here anyway? What is this, some sort of test? You met anyone named Jim yet?" slurred Sebastian. So much for sobering up, he supposed. "Because this isn't like any whorehouse I've been too. Too... too big, that's for bloody sure."