James rests gently against his sire at total ease. The calming presence of the older creature is definitely good for James' impulsive behaviors. Blue eyes practically glow in the dim light of the cave as he carefully examines every small feature of Dorian's face. He ponders the one thousand questions in his own head trying to figure out what he wants to know the most and what is most important. It has been mere days since Dorian had taken him from the forest but already so much was changing and for James it feels as if he is stuck in a swirling river with very little control. Dorian is both the log he clung to for life and the swirling river around him. 

Finally James settles on a question, one that seems safe and far away. "When all of this is over and we return to your home, what will life be like for me there? Will I have to always dress in clothes like these?" He indicates to the thoroughly soiled clothes Dorian had gotten for him in the first town. "And will I have to act all aristocratic and lordly?" He really dreaded the idea of that. James had always been part of the lower class in his human life and he does not want that to change to been a stuck up aristocrat in his death. Not when he has the world at his feet. James knows that as a creature of the night he can rule that darkness, perhaps act with more caution than he did before meeting Dorian but he is still able to strike fear and go where he pleases. No human can control him, in fact as far as James can see he will only ever have to answer to Dorian.