At first James was a bit disappointed with how sweet and soft the kiss was. It didn't have the same fire like Natasha's kisses had. But then it grew more aggressive and he approved. Not quite the same as Natasha's but it was better than nothing. He resisted the urge to snort at her words about his feeling alive again. Sex was a good distraction if it wasn't with the person you loved/cared for.
He looked her over and had to admit she wasn't bad looking. When her hand slipped into his pants and began working him he gave a small groan of approval. She definitely had skills, that was for certain. He didn't reply to her question until they were in her bedroom. He watched her move to light incense, his dark eyes studying her movements.
"And how do you plan to make me feel whole?" he returned. He had stripped off his combat webbing, leaving it within easy reach of the bed. Not that he needed the guns and knives to keep himself safe but he would rather be safe than sorry. His shirt and jacket had followed next and he stood before Destiny in just his pants and boots. It was clear he could easily get any woman (or man if he felt so inclined) with his physique. Even his cybernetic arm looked well toned for when he used prosthetic sleeves to make it match with his flesh. As for where the metal ended and flesh began, it was a seamless blend, proof it had been carefully grafted to his body.
"You think you can rock my world enough to make me feel whole?" he challenged.