"I agree, very much so." James stopped twirling his tea at last, and took a long, deep draught off of it. It was pungently sweet the way he ordered it, and a good change from the woolly humidity of the air outside. His voice picked up a bit when he finished drinking, refreshed. "You know I'm the biggest fan there is of the choir. I'm always waiting with bated breath and all to see you sing again. If you ladies ever need a water boy, you know I'm there." He joked playfully, but the envy for musical talent was real.