James is only a few minutes tardy - he's left Burns and Gilette to babysit Interceptor and he's sure when he's gotten back they'll have taught him all sorts of horrible things. Still, it is a rare chance he has to dine with Vivienne, and he would not want to waste it.

A polite guest always brings along something, and knowing their fondness for Orlesian wines, he's captured a bottle for them to share. Judiciously, of course. This a fine vintage and it needs to be savored. He even has an amusing story to go along with it.

He raps in the railing as he climbs up into her suite, a smile on his face. "I am sorry - am I interrupting your work?"