"Oh God, I love ground level things." James nearly wept when he heard that, laughing a little as he held onto Hartley and just let him lead him where ever he wanted. "I don't want people getting hurt. I can make plenty to live on without ever hurting anyone, I don't get why people even think they have to carry weapons. I've never had one in my life and I've always been okay."

Even now, he was a little stabbed sure but he could get it fixed and he got out alive. Why did they have to make this gig so dangerous. "You never invited me over before. I like that being stabbed is the way to snoop around your place."