James watches her hands intently as she puts his tie on, for a moment looking as if he's zoning out completely before she speaks and he jerks to attention with a plainly interested smile.

"I'll dance with you."

It was direct. But not without a point. He hadn't had anything to drink, but he almost felt tipsy the longer he stayed here. The dance floor practically exuded sex - it was hard not to feel it. Not a moment later, did her drink arrive.

Due to a stern lecture from his sister about date-rape and girls being drugged in clubs (she was a very active member of protest groups) James only gestured to it.

"Next song?"

To, ostensibly, give her enough time to finish it without rushing.