"A few days." Her answer was simple, a reflection of his own. Eyes pinned Shane with a disabling amount of potency, holding him there with an unspoken question before she glanced back to the apartment. It was neat and impersonal, quiet in an unsettling way. That was why she'd asked the question, it would have made sense to have learned that he'd recently moved in.
She wasn't an interior decorator or a psychologist, but even a stripper could tell that his apartment spoke of a no-nonsense approach. "I see methodical.. and serious."
Even if James was dissecting him, her smile was lighthearted. Teeth drawing on the edge of her lip with consideration over this great equation. It was a gesture that's sexuality James didn't seem aware of. Which meant, she was probably actually very aware. "What else are you, Shane?"