He saw. His lips quirked.

"Thank you."

And quick as that his hand was tight on James' wrist, keeping his fingers the hell away from his weapon, as Ayel pressed forward, firmly into the young man's personal space.

"Wasn't here for that," he hummed. "Unless you want to fight."

He wasn't going to mention that he had no idea what the hell he was doing here, or why he was half naked, or that his heart was clipping rapid-fire in his hip.