The name! Why, why on earth it should have such an effect on him James he has no idea, but the heat in his groin, the sudden tightening in his abdomen speak for themselves, and James has no choice but to listen. He groans, opening eyes that he hadn't quite realised were shut and standing up a little straighter, looking Sparrow in the eyes.

'Oh no?' He asks, a challenge right back, 'You think you're that good, Sparrow?' A scoff, calculatedly doubtful, and he steps forward a little, back into Sparrow's personal space. His voice, when he speaks, is unwontedly rough, a low murmur.

'It takes a lot to persuade me.'