James glances down at the food when she serves it in front of him. He dares say it looks delicious, delicious enough that he is willing to risk the off-chance this is all a ruse, and Moira's been waiting to poison his omelet. He places the knife onto one of the other chairs and picks up the fork beside his plate. He eats a small bite, and it's weird that is good. Or maybe he is just so hungry for real food that anything Moira served would have been okay. Though he suspects it isn't just that.
He flicks his eyebrows up in interest at her comments. Concealment? Charms? Things James had no clue about, but he managed to catch the jest. How was anyone ever going to find them if even looking in the right place they wouldn't see them? He takes a couple more bites of his food. "Look, no offense," James says, as the tingle of his cop senses colors the tone of his voice. "The only person I can truly think of that would do this to me, I'm looking at." And Moira didn't kidnap herself into a dangerous pit of hell.
"So. Who did this?" he asks. If she really didn't know, that was another situation all together. But people usually knew their attackers.
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Date: 2014-05-19 11:26 am (UTC)He flicks his eyebrows up in interest at her comments. Concealment? Charms? Things James had no clue about, but he managed to catch the jest. How was anyone ever going to find them if even looking in the right place they wouldn't see them? He takes a couple more bites of his food. "Look, no offense," James says, as the tingle of his cop senses colors the tone of his voice. "The only person I can truly think of that would do this to me, I'm looking at." And Moira didn't kidnap herself into a dangerous pit of hell.
"So. Who did this?" he asks. If she really didn't know, that was another situation all together. But people usually knew their attackers.