Sneering, Fisher rolled his eyes. "Ugh, not on your life," he chuckled. That was a level of trashy that even he couldn't embrace or tolerate.
James caught on quick. Fisher nodded, once, an affirmation. Until James acted like a dick again. Frowning, the medium roilled his eyes, crossing his arms and pulling his feet onto the chair, knees close to his chest. "Not 'less e's dead," he said flatly. "You gotta problem with my accent, then?"