Well on the plus side, James wasn't swinging any punches. On the downside, he didn't look as amused as Fisher had hoped, either. "I'm not sure," Fisher answered, taking a single piece of popped corn and turning it in his fingers. "She said it's supposed to make the person who eats it lust after you or something. I told her it sounded like a date rape drug, so she added some kind of 'willingness clause'. So you can't have sex with someone you never normally would." He scrutinized the popcorn, as though he could decipher its magic. "Basically, it'll only enhance feelings you already have and take away inhibitions. You know, if you're shy or whatever." He grinned at James, popping the piece in his mouth. "So you're fine."
Fisher was fairly certain that if the popcorn was going to work it would have by now. But since he and James were not tearing each other's clothes off, it was safe to assume that the lust spices were not working their charms.
Since James was already pretty naked, and no crazy popcorn magic was making them horny like schoolboys, Fisher decided to get out of his Express for Men getup and be comfortable. He wriggled out of his jeans without sitting up, slid off his sock and pulled the elastic out of his hair. The long sleeves would stay, though, for already known reasons. He settled himself comfortably against the pillows, actually watching the nasty scene on the screen before him. "Oh, you've gotta see this guy," he told James, grinning. "His asshole is like, five inches wide. It's sick."