While in her hold, James didn't move too much, unless directed to. It was something he was kind of used to - a habit that was almost bred into him now. One of so many he had gained over the almost decade and a half he had belonged to both her and Rook. Interesting that he only had a blood tie with one of the pair but gave himself over to both. "Probably. The sun goes down quick sometimes." There was an amused, laughing tone still in his voice. If anyone else were to mess with his carefully styled hair, he probably would have been upset but those pointed nails would have brought it to a halt immediately.
Talk to him? Well, that didn't usually bode well for him. Well, sometimes it did. At home, when she made a pose like that and expected him to sit near her, he would have probably knelt on the floor next to her, head in her lap. As this was a public setting that anyone could have walked into at any moment, even if they likely wouldn't, he took the seat next to her instead.
That was good, not being in trouble. The ghoul settled himself a little differently in that case, more relaxed than he had been a moment again. "What's goin' on?" More formal than he usually was with his speech, James tilted his head a bit in a way that was a mimic of Rook's head tilt.