Hearing his sister, James glanced towards the kitchen, then a smirk curled up his face and he rolled his eyes back to stare at Adam. "Take your time, Alex," James called out before pursing his lips and continuing to stare at Adam. Raising an eyebrow in some sort of a challenge he dared Adam to suggest helping Alex. Don't do it. Stay here and talk with me. He silently thought.
"Alex and you? Really." A sudden flash of something nearly like jealously coursed through James. He got to his feet, the chair skidding backwards on the floor, and slowly began to circle the table with timed steps. "What is the relationship between you and my sister, Adam?" He came close to Adam, pausing and leaning forward, coming too close and invading Adam's space. He knew it and it excited him... and it reminded him of the dream that was still vivid and real. Hissing down on Adam's neck, wanting to grab hold of him and simply kiss him, he turned his jealousy into overprotective rage. "I swear, if you hurt her..."