He's right. The younger woman is a werewolf, the scent rolling off her as she comes near him. Her tone is soft when she speaks to him, almost coy. Her body language tells a different story. Docile and submissive, like she's used to being on the bottom. And afraid. Afraid of him, perhaps? He hadn't been Alpha long enough to earn a reputation, much less one of fear. Oblivously she has one, if the whispers are anything to go by behind them.<br/><br/>James looks her over before speaking. True, she doesn't look like she could harm him, but then again he is still a bit sore from proving he's Alpha. That and the fact that families with small children kept getting murdered by a "ravenous stray dog" put him on edge, along with the rest of his pack. He sniffs again, hiding it when he speaks. "I'll join you," he says, sliding off his bar stool.