James shoots Alfred a text about Sam's mood swings. While he's typing, Eva slips in, making a beeline for the couch.

The room fills with perfume. James hits send and looks up. His forehead wrinkles. "Can't sleep?"

Eva's fresh from the shower, rocking a summer dress that leaves little to the imagination. She's giving him those eyes, all flirty and stuff.

She snuggles up, grabbing his arm.

James bolts up like he's been shocked. "Gonna ...