"Not stuck on a ship?" he asked with a warm laugh, following him up and making the landing to James' apartment. Well, he thought it was an apartment. Rooms. Whatever they called it in this day and age. The point was, it was James' space.

He stepped in close to him, pressing him from behind in a much more intimate way than when he had simply been holding on to his arm. He settled his hands on James' hips, a firm pressure that definitely said he meant to place his hands there.

"I'm interested to see what you can do with room to stretch out," he purred against his shoulder.