For the first time, it seems, James has been entirely successful in predicting Sparrow's reaction; it's almost entertaining, really. He'd expected some measure of irritation if Sparrow realised that he'd been rooting through his charts, of course, but the calculated use of the word interesting had melted away the pirate's irritation just as he had known it would, leaving James feeling satisfyingly smug.
He's about to answer Sparrow's query when suddenly the man seems to be right in front of him- scratch that, he is right in front of him- his body warm and distractingly close, and that voice rich and smooth like caramel sliding down his throat, and James can feel his lips parting ever so slightly, instinctually. When Sparrow locks eyes with him, James finds himself so distracted by the movement of the pirate's lips that he barely hears what he says (though he does catch Sparrow's repeated use of the word 'interesting').
He swallows. The reaction is the same as before, that slow heat clutching at his abdomen, but now without the port in his system, James realises that he doesn't know what to do. He cannot tease now, as he did before- no, such a thought would be absurd, ludicrous. He cannot deny, however, the effect the pirate's words have on him, nor, he realises, does he want to push Sparrow away. His sense tells him he should, but the slightest possibility of this turning into something... it's a terrifying thought, quite frankly, but the terror is matched by a wave of sheer arousal at the thought, and he backs up slightly, looking away from Sparrow as he sensually peels a banana and takes a teasing bite.
Trying to get himself back onto ground he's somewhat more comfortable with, James looks away and coughs pointedly. 'A banana, Sparrow?' He asks, his voice rather less steady than he might have preferred, 'Come now, I would have hoped for something a little more subtle than that.'
Subtle it may not be, but it is certainly having the desired effect upon James. Not that he'd tell anyone as much.
'And yes,' he continues, answering Sparrow's question of before, 'While you are undoubtedly the, ah, worst pirate I've seen in a long while, I know enough to see you as a thinking man.' He looks at Sparrow curiously. 'You've proved as much with the logic you trapped me on your ship with. You may affect the manner of a drunken bungler, but, well...' His gaze sharpens for a moment, and he tilts his head to the side, permitting himself this one remark, 'And I know you can't resist a challenge.'
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He's about to answer Sparrow's query when suddenly the man seems to be right in front of him- scratch that, he is right in front of him- his body warm and distractingly close, and that voice rich and smooth like caramel sliding down his throat, and James can feel his lips parting ever so slightly, instinctually. When Sparrow locks eyes with him, James finds himself so distracted by the movement of the pirate's lips that he barely hears what he says (though he does catch Sparrow's repeated use of the word 'interesting').
He swallows. The reaction is the same as before, that slow heat clutching at his abdomen, but now without the port in his system, James realises that he doesn't know what to do. He cannot tease now, as he did before- no, such a thought would be absurd, ludicrous. He cannot deny, however, the effect the pirate's words have on him, nor, he realises, does he want to push Sparrow away. His sense tells him he should, but the slightest possibility of this turning into something... it's a terrifying thought, quite frankly, but the terror is matched by a wave of sheer arousal at the thought, and he backs up slightly, looking away from Sparrow as he sensually peels a banana and takes a teasing bite.
Trying to get himself back onto ground he's somewhat more comfortable with, James looks away and coughs pointedly. 'A banana, Sparrow?' He asks, his voice rather less steady than he might have preferred, 'Come now, I would have hoped for something a little more subtle than that.'
Subtle it may not be, but it is certainly having the desired effect upon James. Not that he'd tell anyone as much.
'And yes,' he continues, answering Sparrow's question of before, 'While you are undoubtedly the, ah, worst pirate I've seen in a long while, I know enough to see you as a thinking man.' He looks at Sparrow curiously. 'You've proved as much with the logic you trapped me on your ship with. You may affect the manner of a drunken bungler, but, well...' His gaze sharpens for a moment, and he tilts his head to the side, permitting himself this one remark, 'And I know you can't resist a challenge.'