If it hadn't been for the boy trembling nearby, Jonathan wasn't certain he wouldn't have crossed the distance to Raylan's attacker in a flash and done something drastic that might have raised quite a few more questions than he'd care to answer. But perhaps he'd underestimated the other man's ability to handle himself, as he drew the handgun faster than Jonathan had expected and leveled it at the youth.

Still it seemed either the boy was more of a fool than they'd realised or had something of a death wish, as he made another poor attempt at a strike and Reid growled low and loud, a rumbling noise that certainly didn't fit the throat of an English gentleman.

"If he leaves now and doesn't try anything else, yes," he said flatly. "But if not... he's landen and you wear a green jewel. I doubt anyone would fault you for him not taking the hint when he's been given more than enough chances."

To back the threat up, Jonathan rose to his feet again and moved closer to Raylan. The scent of blood was starting to make him irritable and so, positioning himself carefully so he wasn't easily visible to Raylan, he bared his fangs in a clear threat of exactly how badly this could go.