James pointedly does not react when Sparrow cheekily mentions his 'adventures in literature.' A part of him knows that Sparrow cannot have had any idea that his Italian was not quite up to scratch, and indeed probably had no intention of irritating him at all, but that does not cause his mood to improve at all.
Equally, he does not respond when the pirate asks whether he is the Prince or the Evil Queen in relation to Sparrow's Sleeping Beauty. Admittedly, the idea of being the Prince does have in it some strange appeal, but that's certainly that damned corner of his mind from the night before, and James is determined to ignore it if at all possible. Granted, that might not be often if Sparrow continues with such behaviour as he had exhibited the night before, but that's not a thought he's like to dwell on.
And he's got off topic now. Damn. The sleepy smile Sparrow gives him does bring a faint smirk in return- that little corner in his mind taking over again, apparently. He scowls at himself.
'Do you even read Italian, Sparrow?' The question is out before he even thinks of asking it, and he blinks in surprise. Sparrow too, seems rather taken aback by the abrupt nature of the query and James shakes his head dismissively. 'No, I was just thinking- I, ah- no,' he concludes rather lamely and grimaces. Sparrow, however, looks fascinated, and James can see that it's useless trying to detract his statement now.
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Equally, he does not respond when the pirate asks whether he is the Prince or the Evil Queen in relation to Sparrow's Sleeping Beauty. Admittedly, the idea of being the Prince does have in it some strange appeal, but that's certainly that damned corner of his mind from the night before, and James is determined to ignore it if at all possible. Granted, that might not be often if Sparrow continues with such behaviour as he had exhibited the night before, but that's not a thought he's like to dwell on.
And he's got off topic now. Damn. The sleepy smile Sparrow gives him does bring a faint smirk in return- that little corner in his mind taking over again, apparently. He scowls at himself.
'Do you even read Italian, Sparrow?' The question is out before he even thinks of asking it, and he blinks in surprise. Sparrow too, seems rather taken aback by the abrupt nature of the query and James shakes his head dismissively. 'No, I was just thinking- I, ah- no,' he concludes rather lamely and grimaces. Sparrow, however, looks fascinated, and James can see that it's useless trying to detract his statement now.