It was probably a little bit of both. Tori's personality just didn't seem like it could be contained. That was a compliment because a flame that couldn't be extinguished was made of stronger stuff. But it was also something of a snark - there was nothing about Tori that was quiet or normal. she couldn't blend in, not even if she tried. For someone who valued the ability to go unnoticed, James saw that as something of an insult.
"Pants would probably be good," James agreed. When she first mentioned about the bed, he had that same weird sense that there was a story there. He wondered... But then something else reared up in him. something hard and cold. something that wanted to know how she'd have dealt with a cage instead. He took a final sip of his coffee and set it down. "Good night, Tori," he said. "Lock the door on your way out," he instructed, and headed to his bedroom shutting the door behind him. He stripped out of his clothing and pulled on lounge pants, listening all the while for any sound that indicated she had done what he'd said.