James leaned back against a tree with a heavy sigh, appreciating the sense of privacy the outdoors allowed. He quietly watched the large feline disappear through the brush, tracking its relocation to the tree branch. And then he finally allowed himself to sit as well, far less graceful than Wan's position, legs sprawled out and slumped forward a bit. He picked a bit at the grass, twirling a blade between his fingers until the tips were stained green.
"James," he offered after a moment. "But you probably already know that." He scowled up through the trees, not really directing his irritation at the other, but clearly in a bad mood. "It's your place. Don't let me run ya out." He glanced back, idly tearing the grass out in small clumps now.