He's pushed the mask up his face and begun to pull his gloves off when she expresses an interest in his plans. He wonders, first, what she must have planned to be asking him. Surely it's just because she needs something of him. Even if that something is nothing, he expects her to be expecting something of him, and he's ready to ask of her in return when the flaming cork makes its voyage.

Jaw dropped, James watches the flames lick over flesh with the usual glee reflecting in those dark eyes. Glee that turns to absolute adoration when he has his fill of that, for now, and gives her his full attention, all smiles.

"I have no plans I cannot rearrange, darling." Especially not now she's gone and helped with the disposal. He smiles, awash in flickering orange, a boyish devil. "What would you have me do?"