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James was just taking a long draw on the smoke as he was reprimanded, to which he responded by shrugging, his breath coming out in a milky plume of cigarette smoke and fog in the frigid air. He snubbed the smoke on his heel as the man spat on the ground, and grunted out, "Expectoration in the presence of ladies is considered rude, sir."

He followed the group into the castle, not bothering to point out his seabag. It had his name stenciled in block print on the bottom, so it wasn't like one could mistake it for someone else's. he glanced around at the architecture in passing, but as none of it looked like a modern pillbox he wasn't about to consider it nazi in nature, since they favored practicality over appearances in his experience. He listened to the conversation, adding no input of his own. He was there to work, not chat, and while dinner was appreciated it wasn't necessary at this point.