James was momentarily distracted when she crossed her legs. What male in their right mind wouldn't have been distracted by Kenseighs legs? Even simply to admire aesthetically the way the straight fabric of the jeans molded tightly around the athletic slimness of her legs, the slight curve of her thighs. In James case the admiration was for more than the aesthetic reasons and swallowed slightly.
It was a small relief that her attention was on his guitars when his attention was startled back to the rest of her because of her question, one that he only caught the last word of. However, it was enough. "My Sacrifice by Creed. It's an old, old, American muggle rock band. Had some Christian flavor. They're fucking ace with using the electric, I think." As he said this James watched as she looked at his guitar. He knew exactly what she was thinking. "Want to hold her?" The question slid from his mouth effortlessly.