"He's not my type I think Ill pass on the kissing"  Thomas smirked in response to his friend's taunting.  Then he slipped from his chair to meet the man toe to toe.  A moment later the small man's fist came flying at his face and Thomas snagged it with both hands.  He held it there for a second to see the look of surprise on the bearded fellow's face before twisting it sharply behind the man's back and kicking him swiftly in the ass.  It send him staggering a few steps away while Thomas lazily snagged the bearded man's mug to sample its contents.  He immediately gagged, spitting it back into the mug.  "Agh, you turn Northern brew into sludge!"  He complained, before hearing John's exclamation and looking over in time to see the bigger man strike him in the face.
"Hey!  Don't hit the gentleman!"  Snapped Thomas, ramming his shoulder into the bigger man to knock him off and away from John.  "Not in the face at least, hes gotta keep that pretty and clean."