Someone cleared their throat behind James, and though he took a bit longer to enjoy himself, it was enough for him to slowly pull back from her and toss a glare in their direction, which they gladly returned before stalking off to what James assumed was a nice glass of soda.
It was James' turn to awkwardly clear his throat now, as he turned his attention back to Bobby. His lips parted to say something, but unable to think of anything, he closed his mouth again, offering an awkward smile. Right-o then.