Johannes makes a noise of disgust directed at his glass of whisky and jerks his head sharply to one side to indicate what he thinks of being manhandled, drunk or no. He looks unsurprised, though, and indeed fairly impassive about the whole business.

Briefly it looks like he might double down on his protest--but no, the fact is, he's been looking for an excuse to leave for about a half hour. "Fine," he says in English. "Mister--whoever you are. I regret that we couldn't have met under better--"

But Bagoas is gone. Johannes blinks at the spot where he was a moment ago, then makes another face and gets to his feet, pulling his shoulder abruptly away from Horst again. He gives him a look intended to communicate that liquor hasn't changed his own feelings on personal space.