Hartley raised his own eyebrows when James waggled his, feeling his cheeks flame up. He hoped it was dark enough that it wouldn't be obvious. Was he flirting with him? He had no idea what to do with that and he sorely wished that he would. Something cool and suave to say, ideally something that would make James drop about half his attitude and make him swoon instead.

Hey, a guy could dream. "I can do that. Five things. Deal." In all honesty, Hartley wished nothing more than to have something to work on. His brain was almost woefully underused these days, but this was something. This was a start. "Thank you."

He smiled without entirely meaning to. Damn, that wasn't the attitude he was trying to sell here.