If he'd been completely sober, he might have leaned away. Maybe in discomfort or maybe just embarrassment.

But they were both liquored up and if James hadn't been partially sitting down already his knees would be going wobbly for infinitely more reasons than just the booze.

Maybe the massage had just... clinched it. Maybe it had only been a matter of time before something like this happened-- god knows it was hardly the weirdest turn of events to have gone down in James's life since hitting the road, even if you completely disregarded everything directly connected to Silent Hill.

But whatever had led to this, one thing was for certain: Havoc would have to set his goalposts higher.

James not only let out a yelp instantly, but the yelp tapered off into a straight-up, bona fide moan as he rolled his shoulders up under the demon's chin reflexively.