Melissa twirled a finger in her red hair as she thought- a small little action that she hadn't done in a very long time. It was a habit she used to have, something to calm her nerves. Before a major recital, or a big date with Jake- the pianist often found herself with a finger in her hair, absentmindedly curling and playing with it. She watched the man carefully, as if he might suddenly peel off a disguise and turn out to be a monster. A voice instantly made fun of her in her head- for thinking such irrational thoughts, but in this situation, it wasn't the most unlikely thing to happen.<br/><br/>"I.. see." she responded dumbly; it was all her brain could manage at the moment. "I think I'll do that.." Instinctively, Melissa looked towards the bedroom. Was James planning to sleep with her..?