Almost hypnotized by the powder, Fisher was startled a bit when James started talking to him. He looked up, blinking, then blushing. He started walking toward the bed, slowly and stepping carefully, but froze as James teased him.
"Wh... what do you mean?" He chewed his bottom lip nervously, skittish. Was James implying that he was a masochist, violent... or gay? Whichever it was, he didn't like it. "I'm not... I'm..." He didn't know what to protest, however, so he couldn't complete a sentence. Instead he just took the last few steps to the bed quickly, sitting perched on the edge, hair falling over his face.