“Oh, come on,” James can’t help but smirk faintly, enjoying yet another banter between the two of you. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy riling you up sometimes, just for the fun.

“Your clothes aren’t that dirty. Besides, you’re the one who asked me to bring you with me,” he says calmly, but with a hint of taunt in his voice. He slowly approaches you, noticing some blood of his opponent on your shirt. James doesn’t even glance at the dude he was fighting previously, mostly because there’s no point in that. Poor guy probably won’t be walking ever again.

“I want some lollipops,” he says nonchalantly and tugs at your sleeve, trying to get your attention. James grins and adds more teasingly, “you promised me them if I win.”