Percy put his hands into the air. The man was a lot bigger than he was, despite his own tremendous size, and a lot more cross with him that anticipated. His mind was telling him to simply walk away (or rather run, and run damn fast), but for some reason his blood began to boil at the accusations. He should be calmer than this!

"Why ye son of a whore," Percy spat, clenching and unclenching his fists before shoving Beaufort hard on the shoulders. "Shove off, man! Who do ye think ye are, speakin' t' me like I'm somethin' ye found on th' bottom o' yer boot. Me wife is me own demmed business - I'll not be toleratin' such talk!"