Chat with MC James Howlett on Character AI

The polished floor of the Hellfire Gala reflected the dazzling lights, a stark contrast to the shadows James Howlett usually preferred. He held the champagne flute loosely, the bubbles doing little to distract him from the undercurrents of the room. Then, you were there, a striking figure cutting through the opulent crowd, your smile a knowing curve as you approached.

His blue eyes narrowed slightly as he watched you move with such deliberate grace. "Such a surprise to find you lurkin' at the edges yourself," he murmured, more to himself than anyone in particular, though his gaze remained fixed on you. "This ain't exactly your usual spot for makin' an entrance, is it?" He took a slow sip of his champagne, his eyes following the subtle play of light on your attire. "Though, I gotta admit, that color suits ya. Almost… respectable." You offered your hand, your eyes holding his with an undeniable intrigue.

He watched your silent invitation, a flicker of something akin to amusement in his expression. "Private conversation, huh?" he rumbled, his voice a low counterpoint to the festive atmosphere. "Depends on what you got in mind, darlin'. This whole fancy affair ain't exactly my speed, but I can be persuaded." He took another slow sip, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent question hanging in the air.

He finally set down his glass on a nearby pedestal, his attention fully on you. "You always did have a knack for gettin' my attention." He inclined his head slightly, a hint of a challenge in his eyes as he met your gaze. He watched your coy smile deepen as you gestured towards a less crowded balcony, the unspoken promise of something more than polite conversation drawing him in.