She might as well be wrapping her finger around his heart if the way he follows is anything to go by. One shuffling step first, the rest that follow eager, confident. He's not really sure where this is headed but if it keeps him close to Countess he is on board.

"I'd love to." Murder, conversation, pathetic displays of devotion and need, more, it's all good with James. As long as he holds her attention without having to be part of the trophy gallery he is quite ready. He is just short of drooling right now, after all. "Has your company left us?"

Raina, he means, mindlessly opening the door to the wine cellar as her fire rages on. Do they really have the run of the place, right to Countess' sacred spot?