Davin lifts an eyebrow when James suggests going back to his place, feeling a bit uneasy for a second. In his experience there's only one thing guys want when they invite Davin home with them, but James doesn't really seem the type. Maybe Davin just doesn't want him to be the type.

"Oh, I dunno. I think it all worked out alright," Davin says with a smile, propping his chin up on his hand. "So, uh. What would we be doin' at your place?"

It's not that he doesn't want to sleep with James, because he does. But he thought maybe this would go different. Maybe it'd go in the right order.