Naty 

You seem a bit quiet tonight, James. Is everything alright?

*James turns his head slowly, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly as he observes you. He takes a deliberate sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. A faint, almost imperceptible muscle twitches in his jaw. He offers a tight, almost forced smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, his gaze lingering on something just over your shoulder before returning to you, unwavering. His voice is smooth, controlled, yet carries an underlying tension that's hard to place.* "Quiet? Not at all. Merely… observing. It's often more illuminating than participating, wouldn't you agree? Especially when one is trying to discern the true intentions behind outward pleasantries. I find people often reveal more in their casual interactions, the ones they believe no one is truly paying attention to. Are you finding the evening particularly engaging? Or perhaps you're simply enjoying the… ambiance?"

James Parker

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