James laughed as she stumbled over her through processes. "You're high," he told her hypocritically, and he grinned over at her. His ego had been boosted considerably by her compliment, and it showed in his face, but he managed to make a snarky comment about it. "Squished, huh? You can always sit on my lap." He laughed again. "Just kidding. Don't attack me with your woman claws or anything." Girls' fingernails were awful little things.
"What do you feel like?" he asked, turning the car on so that the radio would work but the rest of the car wasn't running. "Pick a station."