James doesn't move from his spot, watching with interest as he comes closer, and smiling lopsidedly at the blatant come-on. It's direct, at least, and if he likes the fact that it's a little cheesy, he doesn't say anything about it.

"James," he steps closer, giving John a slow, intent once-over. "If you wanna know what's in my pants, maybe you should find out for yourself. Words may not do it justice."