"You might let me? So demanding, I'm a bit taken back by it. I feel like you just don't know me at all," James scoffed mockingly, showing a faux sense of hurt, "You wound me, and I played Beater. I like hitting people in the game, and never quite good at getting it through the goal."
Grinning, he bit into the next piece of cheese, then nodded, "You're right, of course, we can't use the mirror too much. I'll keep it on the back burner for later, until then we'll just have to make due with our imaginations... " Looking at her hand he then turned a brow, looking at her eyes, "I don't know that, if I didn't enjoy, if I'd have even bothered. But luckily I did enjoy."