No, you need to vent!

You cannot abide these insults. Lucretia is not a faith of whores and harlots! Just because we celebrate maternity and love does not mean we are mindless whores obsessed with pregnancy! You've heard this kind of idoicy before, once from a traveller who stayed at the River's Edge tavern for a couple of nights. And you and the other initiates taught him a lesson he would not soon forget...

Seeing that the spears had been lifted, you rounded on the younger guard. "You speak idiocy and blasphemy. If you said that around a fully fledged paladin, they would have your head. You should thank Lucretia that I am merciful, rather than speak ill of her name! But say such words around me again, and I will not be so merciful!" You warn violently, reaching back and quickly pulled your sword a few inches out of it's scabbard before sliding it back inside. Remembering the older guard, you scowl at him. "And I would not be caught dead in a brothel with you, old man!"

With that, you stride onward and into the town centre, leaving the younger guard shocked and scared, and the older red as tomato, obviously very close to blowing his top.