"Yes, you are free to go. I hope your day is less exciting." Wesley said to Kemble before turning back to Anthony. "I do not care what sort of person he is. You approached him rather loudly to get attention in public. He did not seek you out or speak to you in a similar fashion. If you want to be an asshole, keep it to yourself or do it in a way that's appropriate. The way you acted, it's no wonder he was worried for his well being." He put the cuffs on him and started to take him to the station. "You can spend your time thinking about what you've done and I can let you go with an apology to him and a promise you will not bother him again."

George walked away with a smile on his face, glad that justice had been served.

'He didn't speak to you in a similar fashion.' What a prick. "......but.......he did....." Anthony quickly just gave up on trying to argue. There was no changing this man's mind, it seemed. "well, still, it's his fault for thinking I'm dangerous or whatever!" This wasn't arguing, it was just him stating facts. So it was okay. Anthony huffed.

Wesley shrugged as he started to push him towards the station. "I didn't see it. And he is a man of the cloth who can't be violent so he will have a harder time defending himself from a ruffian like you. If I saw you come storming towards me yelling vague nonsense, I'd be worried too." He sniffed at him to see if he'd been drinking. "You might have been drunk, you certainly look it.'

Anthony let the man take him whereever they were going, without any protesting. It wasn't worth it to try and put up a fight. But that certainly didn't mean that he was happy about it. "What's me being drunk or not matter?" There was definitely a strong smell of alcohol about Anthony — it was very easy to figure out that he was drunk.

Wesley frowned. "You aren't able to think clearly when you are drunk. Everyone is less likely to control themselves. So you shouldn't be in public in such a condition and certainly shouldn't be causing fights."

"I can think clear enough, thank you very much!" Anthony said, taking the man's words as a personal attack. "What do you know?"

"I know I have a man right here who is acting aggressive and causing fights with a priest, drunk at this time of the day. I think maybe after we get the alcohol out of your system, you can answer some questions."

Anthony went quiet again for a moment. "What? What questions?" he was nervous. Was he going to be arrested arrested?

Wesley's frown turned to a smile as he kept forcing him onward. "Oh I can't ask you them now. You would then have all night to come up with a lie."