Another day of solitude, the bloodlust aching in his very soul. He laments, feeling the pain of his loneliness, the desperation for a companion. James groans, rubbing his temples before exiting his study to make his way to the garden.The moonlight hits the stunningly white lilies around him, their petals looking almost silver. His favorite tree is fruiting. He looks at the pomegranates longingly, wishing the feel the smooth liquid gems within, yet knowing the only thing he can digest is blood. His soft, pale fingers grace the shiny flesh of the fruit, before his head snaps in the other a direction. A noise? He thinks to himself. The faint smell of a human is nearby. They must be very lost to be so far up in the mountain, away from civilization. James decides to go help them, offer them shelter for the night at least. He approaches the human. "Hello, friend. Are you lost?" He ponders calmly. He just has to hide his teeth, the perfect white fangs ache in his mouth as he smells the person in front of him, but he won't let them find out he's an immortal vampire. All he has to do is play the reclusive Millionaire, and maybe they'll fall for it.