"Oh really?" He said, and then smirked a little. He was starting t sound like a creepy porn guy, but that made him pretty normal. Most guys were definitely into porn. He probably new a few random, trivial facts that most people wouldn't know either, or most women at least. And probably some men. "I can't imagine sleeping with someone I wasn't attracted to. That just seems... really weird to me." Even if he was getting paid for it. But desperate times called for desperate measures sometimes.
"Yeah, I mean girls can do these exercises or whatever. Wonder if guys can too." Asshole toning activities? Sounded pretty damn funny but possible. "Just another reason why blow jobs are better, I suppose."
James still didn't look at Fisher even after he felt Fisher's gaze shift over towards him. He stayed focused on the TV though he wasn't really watching it, and really, it wasn't interesting him in the least. His thoughts were elsewhere, as they had been since, oh, their conversation the other night. It had been on his mind. It just took him until now to admit that it had been.
"So let's find out then." He said finally, turning his gaze to meet Fisher's own. He then reached towards him, but only to grab the bottle of vodka that Fisher had been holding onto, a deep swallow of it taken before he placed the bottle out of the way on the table beside the bed. The build up was making him slightly nervous.
"Come here." He said, once he had placed the bottle down and had turned back towards Fisher. He smirked a little as he added, just to make the moment a little less intense, "Give me some sugar."