James let his one eye skim across the womans figure after he was shoved into the cell with her and then looked over to the one available bed that was by the bars. For someone that had the goal to rule this prison from the inside, it would not be wise for him to put himself at danger by choosing the bed that would put him in danger night after night. 

He lifted a hand up to his chin and would rub a single finger along the side of his jawbone as he thought for a moment, that one eye exchanging a glance back and forth between both beds, "Well this is different." The large man said in a vacant tone as he walked to the empty bed and lifted a foot so he could press his foot into the center and gauge if the springs would even be able to support his weight..which they couldn't. The moment his foot pressed down into the center, the springs would have pressed damn near all the way to the ground..and that was simply unacceptable. 

So he then turned himself around to face the woman again, and took a single step towards the bed that she was intending to claim her own. "You are by the bars." James commanded and balled each of his lunchbox-sized hands into fists in preparation to strike at any given moment should the necessity arise.