Getting the better of him, which he so obviously had, only made James smirk. He then stretched out a bit, taking up the room that the other man had vacated, his arms stretched out across the back of the sofa as he leaned back, long legs extended and crossed at the ankles.
"No. I just think it'd be hilarious to see you screaming at these freaks in here about your pot o' gold." He did his best to mimic a strong Irish brogue as he said that last part, a self-assured smirk still dressing his lips.
"So what's his name?" The other man obviously knew who he was, then again, who didn't. But he had no idea who this guy was. All he knew was that he hadn't had a decent night's sleep since the lunatic moved in next door. They would have to come up with a resolution to that.