"I guess you'll have to say and see!" He returned, his tone containing the same joking humor her's had. "Freakishly odd endearments?" James laughed. "I feel as if I should be offended for England. Maybe ducks isn't bad but it sounds better in English and 'my flea' doesn't sound good in any language. Name one 'freakishly odd term of endearment'. I assure you they're all only original."
That'd shot right down his spine and sent tingles in places he'd been accused of only thinking with before, one he currently wanted to think with. Swallowing slightly at the warm tickle her breath gave to his ear, James pulled his head back slightly before turning properly to fully hold her eyes, "And what does that mean?" His voice wasn't necessarily at a whisper, but because it had deepened with feeling it had lowered.