James saw the change, or maybe only just now noticed what had already been in place. There was quite evidently something on his mind, something other than her or his new rebellious streak. She capped the pen slowly, eyes searching in that low-burn intensity when he touched her face. But she smiled, apparently unbothered, when she slid off of him. "You just saved my life, Shane," it was a loose interpretation of tonight's events, "I think killing you would be bad form."
She dropped the pen onto his coffee table and moved for the door. "I'll see you around."