"Tell me about it." Come Friday, he spent just as much time as poor James did hunkered over a desk, only instead of cheap bic pens he was writing with blood.

But it wasn't Friday and he wasn't going to think about that.

He worked the muscles along the edges of James's shoulders before moving closer to his neck where the real trouble was. His guess was that James probably had the beginnings of a tension headache if he didn't have one already.

"Any better?"