Shocked. Fisher was just... shocked. James was just so calm about it, talked about it so easily. Fisher was terrified of his own scars, hated that everyone could see them. James acted like he didnt care about them at all. As strange as it was, the medium found himself in awe of the man in front of him. He wished for that kind of strength.
Shaken from his daze, Fisher jumped a little, flushing. "S-sorry, sir," he mumbled, the 'sir' interjecting itself unconsciously. It was a habit he'd picked up. Rich guys with drugs loved to be called sir. Hands moving over James' skin again, Fisher tried to keep them steady, tried not to let the man know how frickin nervous he made Fisher. After a little while his hands moved over James' body without thought, gradually increasing their strength as he worked, kneading the muscles.