By daylight, free of nightmares, and with the encouragement of James accepting his invitation, Paul was considerably bolder than he had been by night, even given the restrictions of society and chaperon. "Harry, Mr. James Warren, a most fine musician."
He smiled warmly at James. "Do you care to join the feast, Mr. Warren?"
Formality, for once, sat uneasy on his lips, almost stumbling into James' Christian name too often, or the deeper betraying 'Beloved'.