[He can't interrupt while the reaper speaks, doesn't have it in him, but there's a steady swell of concern that bleeds into simmering rage as the tale goes on and on. His own feelings about necromancers aside, what James is speaking of is downright disgusting. Invasion and violation of the worst sort, and were he able to he would find this woman immediately and tear her to shreds.

That isn't an option though, and he knows that. What he can do is be there for the reaper, for his boyfriend, and that's the most important thing.]

'm sorry. That you had to experience that. 's not right. Not at all. And I promise, you just tell me if something isn't okay, alright? IF it's not alright, it stops, no questions asked.

[He rubs the back of his neck. It feels like a very human gesture.]

Not gonna let anything hurt you. Promise.