She wanted to have dinner, James reminded himself. That meant he needed to behave enough that they'd be able to leave. He lowered his hands very reluctantly. "I can just tell." He smirked and noticed her blush. His smile grew.
"Doesn't mean it isn't true." He was still close, but he hands were at his side. "Really, Evans, look at yourself. How can you argue with me?" Stubbornness, that was how.