James considered Cyrus's reasoning. One the one hand, he was certain that the women at that particular brothel were treated well and wanted to be there. Then again, there were probably customers they didn't enjoy serving just as with the baker or butcher. He didn't voice his thoughts, though. He knew it was not argument he would win, and really, Cyrus's sex life wasn't that important to him.
"Agreed. I'd rather spar, too, if I have to choose just one. And tomorrow is fine." Cyrus's warning made James grin, and he took another sip of his drink. "You should take heed of your own advice. If you drink too much, I'll make you pay."