The continuation merited a wider grin to form on James' face. The kind that he couldn't stifle even if he wanted to articulate a fake sense of hurt. The pull closer that she gave also may have had something to do with that smile. He sat his glass on the nearby table and wrapped both arms around her waist to both lock in that closeness and remove what little lingering distance was between of them. "Now you're just being unrealistic," he stated with a tsk. "I've already gotten used to it."