Ren suddenly bristled as the glow in James' eyes once again jogged her memory of another pair of unusual eyes she had seen not too long ago, and of an unfortunate meeting at the Star Market... "Ugh!" she ground out, suddenly no longer interested in her tea. "That's right! That slimy creep called himself James that day!" She shuddered and stared defiantly at the incubus, her indignation temporarily overriding her insecurity. "You might be interested to know that Calum borrowed your name for a bit during last year's Star Market," she told him. "Sure, it's a common name, but at this point, I don't think either of us believe in coincidences anymore."

Sure, it had little to do with the conversation now, but like James said, the memory is selective...