James gave a small smile. "Well, thanks. Took me forever to figure out how to do it. And yep. She's mine. This is midnight." He reached up and pulled the cat off of his hat, holding it in his arms. "So, what brings you way out here? Or did the grumpy head butler send you out here?" He chuckled, his smile changing to a grin. "He's always so worried that I'll slack off or something." He then noticed the cut on her finger and his smile all but vanished as he looked at it, leaning down a bit. "Ah. Seems you cut yourself on the roses." He turned and looked down at the thorns of the rose he'd seen her looking at, nodding in satisfaction when he noticed all the thorns were still on the stem. "Well, luckily enough, none of the thorns broke off in it, so it shouldn't get infected, but you should probably get it cleaned and bandaged anyways."