Idiot

'Bloody soup! Was that all he ever thought about? It's not even that good, or is it?' 

On the way out of the Lucky Phoenix, passing through the Noble Man, a big lump of a man stood badgering the hostess. Tall and as large as three men. He strangely smelt of a pig sty and soap. Almost as if part of his body hadn't been washed in days, maybe months. 

Whatever the case, Aurelia did her best to walk past the man when his palm jumped out to grab her. He might have succeeded if not for Zariel's lesson of always maintaining a certain awareness, no matter what.

Jerking out of reach, she eyed the man with notable disgust. "Don't touch me!" She was surprised by the sheer disgust in her voice, though imagining the lump of a man, even laying one finger on her, made her stomach turn. Was this what Zariel felt, perhaps? Surely not.