James reluctantly left her, but once he was in the bathroom with the door closed, he heard her start to sing. And it was as much as he could do to keep still, to keep his hand from turning the knob and walking back into the bedroom again. Her voice was warm and glorious, and he wanted to be as close to it as he could be.
But after a few moment's centering, he settled instead for speeding through his shower, rubbing a towel vigorously through his hair, and throwing on the borrowed clothes he'd picked out. A little over five minutes later, he stepped back into the bedroom.
Her voice was transforming. He could feel how it moved things around in his chest, in his head, and he just wanted more of it every time he heard it. Perhaps this was why that 'Eddie' had captured her. Well. He would never touch Ariel again.
James checked the window of the bedroom quickly, ensuring it was locked and there were no defects. He checked outside the sill as well, and though he knew he could climb out or into this window, he also suspected that there were very few who could also manage the feat. It was dangerous, and would require a great amount of body strength to make the jumps and hangs necessary to move down or up the face of the building. Satisfied that the window was relatively secure, he set his back against the wall and let his eyes seek out Ariel.
She'd asked him to stay with her while she slept. He would. Perhaps she wanted the extra security. He could be that. But there could be no sleeping around her. He knew his nightmares were enough to destroy his apartment downstairs - at least, he thought that the nightmares had done it - and he wouldn't take a risk with her around him. But protecting her, giving her that extra feeling of security -- he would do this.