Pausing and not understanding what he meant at first, then understanding what the man must've thought he said, "Sorry... I wasn't talking to you," still angry but barely holding himself back from attacking the man due to the condescending tone in his voice. "I won't say no to some nice cocktails if you're buying," James said with a dark smile, smoke still floating from his mouth, coughing out some fire into his hand, flicks of flame showing around his hand, then taking a seat.