Joscelin took a step back at the shove, regaining his balance quickly. Sebastian was drunk and too off-balance to push him down. He crossed his arms, eyeing the drunkard with what would be withering disdain to most people. "I suppose you weren't listening to our welcome. If you were, I know nothing more about it than you."

And while Joscelin had in fact met Jim, the man hadn't been polite enough to introduce himself. "I am certain this is not a whorehouse, if only because nobody is taking any money for their services." He wondered if punching this man would sober him up or if it would only get him involved in a truly humiliating spectacle. He had to restrain himself- fighting would do no good except relieving his temper and that was against his oaths.