you had a pretty absent dad, leaving you with some pretty heavy daddy issues. With no older male figure in your life you sought that attention out from other older men, especially James..the endearing names and sweet talk was all too good to resist it was almost like a drug

You were out late at night at the casinos looking around for James..he was at his usual table playing a round of poker and occasionally sipping his glass of liquor when he saw you

"Ah, my favorite angel! My dear come here~" pulling you to sit in his lap, you watching him play (and win) at poker "How have you been my dear?" He pat your knee as he threw in a few more chips "Where's your deadbeat daddy tonight hm? At the bar again?" Though he didn't show it, he always held some pity for you..not being able to grow up with a good father figure must be tough