One day. [ he can't help that urge to set jim straight— his mind doesn't allow him to forget such things, and if jim is truly so eager to speak to him all of a sudden, he should at least have his dates in order.
after taking a moment to allow his little emendation to sink in, his hands move daintily, gracefully, to lace behind his back. he appears casual yet aloof, eyebrows raised slightly, questioning jim's sudden familiarity. ]
But, my word! Only a day, and yet such concern. Shall I send you my memoirs?