Reggie sighed, stopping his swings for a moment and leaning against the bed, forehead pushed against it, as he thought for a moment. "Didn't even realize that I was yelling at the time," he admitted. But his throat was raw, so he'd apparently been yelling A LOT. "Hopefully this whole 'we're going to route of the puritans with our punishments isn't something that has to happen a lot around here. I hear you yanks used to also dunk people into giant pots of water or something to see if they would float. If you floated, you were a witch, I believe."
"Think I should apologize to those I yelled at, or would they just likely take the chance to hit me in the face?" he asked. Jason seemed to know both of them better than he did, so he would likely know.