This was an exceptionally unfortunate time for Haein to take a swig of his mead, because he ends up choking on it after hearing Jack's words. First of all, people don't speak like that around him. Secondly, what the hell. His intoxicated mind unhelpfully provides a mental image, and he wishes he could carve his brain out of his skull for that one.

"You're—" Crass? Tasteless? Vulgar? Any of those work for this moment, but Haein's still having trouble processing what just went down. He's no prude, but gods, he'd been completely taken by surprise at that answer.

There's a brief second or two of silence as he composes himself. "I really didn't need to know that," he says dryly.