Gwen clearly knew him too well. When she got up and then gave him a most excellent incentive to move, James sighed, a bit overdramatically, and then stood from the armchair for the first time in hours. It actually felt good to stand up after sitting so long.
Now that he was standing properly, James smiled down at Gwen, noticing as if for the first time how much shorter she was than him. It wasn't that Gwen was short; she wasn't, by any means--James was just quite tall. "In case I do get a cold despite your best efforts, better make sure I have a stock built up," he teased, leaning down to kiss the little pout off Gwen's face.