He may have ambled into the room, but he'd taken up an unwilling stance between the bed and the fireplace. Perhaps he was waiting to be told to take a chair? Only with Flint, if she said that, the chances were he'd be straight out the front door with it.

Better to let him stand there, although it was quite unlike him not to make himself at home.

She sighed. "Wearing them a lot? It has nothing to do with that, James."

"You know my name is Flint."

"Of course ...