James noticed the way that Fisher watched him and he liked it. Why wouldn't he? He had always been told that it was better to be feared than liked and Fisher certainly seemed to fear him. James made him nervous. He liked making him nervous. Though perhaps that was mostly because Fisher made him nervous as well, and it only seemed fair that he was able to give that back.
"Unless I what?" James asked, a brow quirking ever so slightly. "Unless that's my price?" He was fairly certain that that what he was going to say. He leaned up, silent for a moment as he reached for his bottle of vodka and unscrewed the cap once more, thinking about what it was he was going to say next. "If it was my price," He began, a small smirk gracing his lips as he turned his focus back to Fisher once more, blue eyes boring into him. "I think you would enjoy it." The bottle was then raised to his lips.