The crowd in the Oyster Catcher was a rowdy one, but not so boisterous that the witch's accusations weren't attracting attention. Terence's security detail, however, were nowhere in sight. It was clear that they were concerned with keeping the public safe from him, but not necessarily the other way around! He addressed the onlookers.
"She doth protest too much. Look how she can't keep her hands off m--" his words cut off abruptly with a low grunt of pain. Suffering Salazar, that digit was bony!
"No one deserves to be assaulted by an ill-bred, drunken shrew," Terence snapped, losing his patience once again.