[ There's another brief kiss, albeit via lips this time, before James sets about gathering what all is needed, mindful of the weapon nestled amongst the supplies. With fondness and amusement (because it's one of those 'you don't have to thank me, but I appreciate it anyway' situations), he answers -- ] You're welcome, Bela.

[ With bandages and wipes in hand - because why not? - he points at the bed in a silent question of 'sitting or standing?'. ] Now, it's not a requirement that you lose your tank top entirely, but it may make things easier.

[ He flashes her a flirty grin at the blatant lie. ]