Oof, I don't think we do executions in this country anymore, James! As for my sleeves, you could come in here and check them yourself~

[Or he could come in and something else entirely could happen. He can't help a little innuendo, but it gives him an idea of a couple of buttons to push. Something to try.

Sex, after all, is a familiar subject to the both of them. Why not give it a try? Silva digs up the memory of sensations, the idea of bodies rutting against each other, the phantom touch of hot breath and slick flesh and all of that pleasure to mindlessly push through. He keeps his eyes locked on James, calm on the surface but oh so curious to see if the experiment has an impact.]