James lets out a soft laugh at the complaint. "Maybe you should fix that," he suggests ever so helpfully. He doesn't really care about his current state of undress, and he doesn't think, in the grander scheme of things, that anyone here will care about some half-naked guys grinding against each other. Or doing more than just grinding, if it gets to that.

He curls a hand around Klaus's leg, ever so helpful, holding it up and around his waist. His other hand continues to touch as much of Klaus's torso as he can reach, tugging that tank top up to his armpits so it bunches there and it's mostly out of the way.