There's always something going on, in his own world. It's why James doesn't often indulge. It distracts him, and he's always had to keep his focus, he's always had greater plans in mind.

If it weren't for the fact that it's supposedly Hell, this place would be pretty perfect as far as relaxing and having some fun goes. He's liking the effect the drug seems to have on Klaus, and hopes it won't take long to kick into his system either.

"I've had a couple, too," he shrugs. Maybe it'll help. He does feel a tingling sensation in his fingertips, but that could just be some kind of psychological effect. "You do this often, Klaus?"