Well. It was good job that wasn't the only meal William had had today. With a sigh the man looked down at himself - messed up but it was hardly his best clothes. He stood, brushing himself down calm as anything but the little dick just had to press him. He couldn't resist having a go, nudge his chin, look at him with a smirk.
A deep, calm but subtle breath soothed Will on the insides - or it was supposed to. Returning the smile, genuinely too, William stepped away from the table as if he were going back away from the challenge or leave him to it. Far from it. His fist had swung around in a flash and met James' gut within seconds. "Call me pretty again and you'll have worse than that, boy..."