James scowled, but remained looking forward, refusing to look at the vampire. He looked at his hand and began to play with his claws, etching patterns into the back of the leather chair. Then he stopped. Still without looking at the vampire he spoke. "James. My name is James. Yes I can see you, yes it could also be argued I am too insane." He smiled a little but when he felt the vampire's stare bore into his flesh he stopped. He wasn't scared of him, he just didn't want to start a fight in a public place.