"OI." James barked. "Don't be mean. I haven't been trying. If I wanted to bring home some random bird, I would." James scrunched up his face at her. "I just haven't had the desire to do such." Completely. He was preoccupied with other things to start with, that would come soon enough.
There was laugh from James about his accent. He didn't hear it, but he had been told it was oh so dreamy. Americans ate it up. "Finka is your name right?" There was a nice coy smile on his lips.