[ james' skin pricks with goose pimples at the feeling of her breath against his skin despite himself but he remains composed, heart still steady, pulse still even, smirk still irrevocably in place. there are, indeed, some perks to playing mouse a the hands of someone as skilled as natalia. he turns his head a little, a tilt outside the firing range of those crimson lips. maybe his breath on her isn't as desirably, maybe his skin skimming the crook below her ear isn't so alluring. maybe he is doing this for his own sake (like he does so many other things). natalia must know that even the hunted have their own feasts from time to time. his voice is a low murmur. ]

Then we do have something in common.

[ he breaks their staring contest momentarily to watch her fingers pull at the blue silk around his neck. the look he gives her when he looks back up at his lovely captor is the utmost suggestive. ]

Never has the mouse gotten this much attention from the lioness. Is that a promise to devour me, Natalia?