Luth took the rough threatment in a calm stoic fashion. Just standing there, tense and the only betraying concern when grabbed by the family jewels beneath that loincloth. Green eyes widened for a moment, looking down at Jasmine with clear humorous challenge. Bull neck tense, yanking the shaggy rad mane of his, woman had more chances of actually hanging by her hand then pulling him down. Feeling like a bloodhound hanging by a mighty elk and trying to bring him down. Touch of the spear tip to the back didn’t make him flinch either. Only shudder a bit and make strange gasping coughing noises, as he listened to Josie’s “terrifying” promises. Slapping his buttock, stone hard muscle of a long time forest traveller, was likely to hurt the hand in question far more then his not so tender skin.<br/>- I’ll be there, lady.<br/>He replied in his usual calm and growling voice, and then casually walked off, at Ora’s side. Fished a shell from behind and looked it over. And only as the two walked a bit away from guardswomen hearing distance, he allowed himself a chuckle. Then a laughter.<br/>- Heh... oh goddess of fire... these townsfolk have some strange habits indeed.<br/>He looked down at Ora with clear curiosity in green eyes.<br/>- I’m going to the restaurant alley. Then to blacksmith and see what that dog and shell are worth an axe or a club. Then... go as sellsword. You goin’ with me, Dark one? Job sounds promising. No poking with spears and squeezing of sacks on your part? It looks really funny when women do that!