Bonfire: James/Mao
"No, I don't work at the lab." What was the lab? Interesting. James made a mental note to find out what that was. Could be something. Could be nothing. It wasn't for him to decide.
As for his work, he smirked at Mao. "I don't turn tricks. Not my specialty." Hell, he hadn't been on the support end of the Yakuza's whores. "But I would bet no one could supply opium like I could."