James was relieved she wasn't pressing the subject. The last thing he wanted to do was explain that he'd spent the last few minutes examining her half naked body. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it or anything, but it was bound to freak a girl out. They were so sensitive about that sort of thing.
"Yeah, of course." He rolled his eyes. "Fucking... girls go on about how bad us guys are. It's your fault. Always... flaunting your boobs and getting pissed when we actually look. Like you don't want us to." Alright, so James was off on a bit of a tangent, but he could get back to the point. Maybe. Eventually. Sort of. "Girls want a guy to want to have sex with them, and then just... not actually do it. Totally unfair."