This was supposed to be up last Tuesday. But I got a new set of paints and unleashed my inner child. It even devolved into glorified finger painting! Anyway.
Sixth chapter. Only twenty more to go. Only.
Now that Ana is in prolonged contact with Christian, I’m really starting to see the signs. I honestly cannot believe this is seen as “romantic”. It’s anything but. The only reason I can think of is that the books says it’s romantic. And we all know if a book says it, it must be true.
Ana and Christian are in an Audi SUV which Ana describes as a “beast of a car” and I’m just laughing at that and I’m not going to comment even though I just did. Ana wonders if they should address the elephant in the car that was their elevator make out session. Why would you worry about that? You’re attracted to him, he’s attracted to you, it’s not like you had drunken sex you both regret or something or did they. And Ana also starts doubting her memory.
I assign it mythical, Arthurian legend, Lost City of Atlantis status. It never happened, it never existed.
Perhaps I imagined it all. No. I touch my lips, swollen from his kiss. It definitely happened. I am a changed woman.
Ana glances at Christian and finds his “usual polite, slightly distant self” confusing. How is it still confusing, Ana? You know that’s how he is. It’s not complicated. Idiot.
Christian puts on his MP3 player and Ana is blown away by how awesome the music in, because of course she would be.
The car interior is filled with the sweetest, most magical music of two women singing. Oh wow… all my senses are in disarray, so this is doubly affecting. It sends delicious shivers up my spine.
Christian tells her the name of the track, and here it is if you want to listen to it.
Is James using music as a short cut to show how utterly refined Christian is? I think that’s what she’s doing. I have nothing against that particular piece, and I’m not hating on anything who genuinely likes it, but can we have a less stereotypical track? Please? This is like someone saying they’re interested in philosophy and go on and on about some well-known Nietzsche quote.
I sit and listen to the angelic voices, teasing and seducing me.
“Can I hear that again?”
“Of course.” Christian pushes a button, and the music is caressing me once more. It’s a gentle, slow, sweet, and sure assault on my aural senses.
Ana asks Christian if he likes classical music, and he says his taste is eclectic “everything from Thomas Tallis to the Kings of Leon”. Because God forbid anyone has more than one preference. Liking more than one genre of music doesn’t make the character any less one-dimensional. Also he apparently can change music to what he wants by pressing a button, and unless he already had the whole playlist planned out, you can’t really do that without partaking in some good distracted driving. There are only so many things buttons can do.
Grey takes a call, because he’s just that important, and Ana again notices that he did not say goodbye or thanks, and was glad she didn’t really consider working for him. Time for a callback. Remember this in chapter three? When Kate was talking to Jacob?
“Listen here, José Rodriquez, if you want our newspaper to cover the opening of your show, you’ll do this shoot for us tomorrow, capiche?”
Kate can be awesomely tough. “Good. Ana will call back with the location and the call time. We’ll see you tomorrow.” She snaps my cell phone shut.
When Kate does it, it’s awesomely tough. But when Christian does it, it’s kind of rude and scary. Make up your mind, Ana. Or should I say James?
Elliot calls and asks if Christian got laid. I’m not 100% sure, but don’t these sorts of conversations happen mostly between friends, rather than family members? We also learn that Elliot isn’t immune to the random mumbles, murmurs, or mutters either. Because that’s how people talk in this book.
Ana asks Christian why he calls her Anastasia, rather than Ana, and he says it’s because it’s her name. Okay, that makes sense. Ana says she prefers Ana. Christian ignores this, and insists on calling her Anastasia.
Now, this could be harmless teasing between two people, but judging by Christian’s current track record, I’m going to say it’s not.
Christian finally addresses the Elevator Event.
“What happened in the elevator – it won’t happen again, well, not unless it’s premeditated.”
Nothing sexier than using words like “premeditated”. I wonder if “murder” has any place in there too.
He pulls up outside my duplex. I belatedly realize he’s not asked me where I live – yet he knows.
So, Kate and Elliot are sitting at the dining table. They’ve already had the sex, it seems. Ana also has a habit of thinking about how attractive or sexy Kate is. Now I’m wondering if there’s something else going on there. What if her disinterest in THE MEN is ‘cause she’s just not interested in men? And she’s too dumb to know you can be attracted to the same sex? Just a thought.
Kate is still distrusting of Christian, so we’re back to that. If she was so distrusting why did she let him carry her friend away a couple of chapters ago? Unless the message passed to her was not the correct message. But then she’d be up all night worrying about Ana and maybe calling the cops instead of partaking in the sexy sex times with Elliot. I’m going to guess that James doesn’t remember what she vomited a couple of chapters ago. My cat has a better working memory than James. She learns faster too.
Elliot seems pretty charismatic and Ana why the fuck are you with Christian and not Elliot? I’ve only read like two sentences and he seems way more pleasant and approachable than the asshole with you.
Speaking of the asshole, as soon as Elliot greets Ana, he tells him they need to gtfo. Elliot’s totally cool with this and kisses Kate goodbye.
Jeez… get a room. I stare at my feet, embarrassed.
You mean like you got a room at the elevator? Or when you were mentally begging him to kiss you out in the middle of the street? Shut the fuck up, Ana.
Elliot continues to kiss Kate, sweeping her off her feet and dipping her in a dramatic hold so that her hair touches the ground as he kisses her hard.
“Laters, baby,” he grins.
Kate just melts. I’ve never seen her melt before – the words comely and compliant come to mind.
He tucks a stray strand of my hair that has worked its way free from my ponytail behind my ear. My breath hitches at the contact, and I lean my head slightly into his fingers. His eyes soften, and he runs his thumb across my lower lip. My blood sears in my veins. And all too quickly, his touch is gone.
You know, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen or heard of a person leaning into touching fingers. I’ve seen cats do it. I’ve seen dogs do it. I’ve seen a thousand pound horse do it. Not people, though. Also what’s with Grey and his lower lip touching? Does shit like that happen? Yes? No?
Christian and Elliot leave, and Elliot sparks Ana’s jealousy by blowing Kate a kiss. Ana’s seriously a jealous bitch. Be happy with what you have, you idiot, and stop raining on other people’s parades.
So as soon as they guys leave, Kate asks Ana “did you?” because that’s a mature way of referring to sex. Last time I heard someone in real life refer to sex in that way, or as “it”, was in high school. Other than that? Anime. And fanfiction. Basically, what I’m saying is James writes like a pubescent fanfic writer. But what else is new?
Ana is irritable and snappy when she says “no”, hoping that that would be enough to stop Kate’s questions, because making your boundaries and desires known clearly by talking like an actual person is too much to ask for.
“You obviously did, though.” I can’t contain my envy.
Look, I get that Ana totally wants in Christian’s pants. I get it. But when would she have liked him to do the sex at her? When she was drunk? Puking? Passed out cold? After a night of drinking? In three of those situations, it would be rape. So take that envy and stick it up your newly awakened inner goddess, or whatever you’re calling it now.
Kate always manages to ensnare men.
Ensnares men. The witch. Those poor men don’t know what fucking hit them.
She is irresistible, beautiful, sexy, funny, forward… all the things that I’m not.
Kate is super-excited that she’s got a date with Elliot that evening, and acts like a child, but then again, all the characters are childish as fuck so far, so what else is new?
“And I’m seeing him again this evening.” She claps her hands and jumps up and down like a small child.
Ana forgets all the jealous, envious, hateful thoughts she was having before and says she can’t help but feel happy for her. Like, two paragraphs ago, you were snappy and irritable ‘cause she got some and you didn’t. Shut the fuck up, Ana.
“Christian is taking me to Seattle this evening.”
“Maybe you will then?”
Just fucking say it.
“Oh, I hope so.”
“You like him then?”
“Like him enough to… ?”
Omg, here’s a fucking list, just say it.
She raises her eyebrows.
“Wow. Ana Steele, finally falling for a man, and it’s Christian Grey – hot, sexy billionaire.”
“Oh yeah – it’s all about the money.” I smirk, and we both fall into a fit of giggles.
Also notice how Kate’s reservation and hostility is nowhere in the text at this point. What about the “he’s trouble” bits? The part where you were visibly hostile to him not even a few pages ago? Is consistency too much to ask for? Fuck me.
Ana gives Kate the “unexciting details” about her night, which is bullshit, because the end of that night is “and then I passed out in his arms after her roofied me.” The rest of the encounter resumed this morning when you woke up, Ana. Pay attention.
Kate decides she needs to make sure Ana is “simply irresistible” for that evening, and she somehow got Ana shaved “to perfection”, and her eyebrows plucked, and she’s “buffed all over”, and I’m sorry, an hour isn’t nearly enough for all that, not unless you’re okay with that one patch of knee you somehow missed in your hurry or something. And are you saying Ana’s never groomed herself before? Because ew.
It has been a most unpleasant experience. But she assures me that this is what men expect these days.
Okay. Let me stop here for a second.
First of all, if a man expects that much grooming as a right, he better be giving back to the woman just as much in some way, or else he’s a total douche.
Second of all, no one’s obligated to spend so much time shaving or waxing or whatever for someone else. If you like doing that, more power to you, girl or guy.
Third of all, I don’t think Christian minds Ana’s body seeing as to how he stripped her while she was unconscious and slept beside her and definitely got a good gander.
And last, I’m not talking shaving and shit 24/7, but are you seriously telling me Ana has never tried shaving? Or doesn’t at least keep herself maintained? It’s not appearance, I’m talking hygiene. And what about skincare routines?! I’m guessing by the “buffing” comment, she doesn’t know what that is. Shit.
What else will he expect? I have to convince Kate that this is what I want to do. For some strange reason, she doesn’t trust him, maybe because he’s so stiff and formal.
Okay, what the fuck is going on. First, Kate is all about the hook up, then she thinks he’s bad news, and continues to be hostile. Then she’s all hyper-excite and gets Ana ready to be boned that evening. AND RIGHT AFTER THAT, SHE’S BACK TO BEING SUSPICIOUS. WHAT THE FUCK. Like, is she protective of Ana? Is that it? Then why is she okay with Ana getting diddled later that evening? FUCK.
I also have the José issue. He’s left three messages and seven missed calls on my cell.
After all this time, am I ready for this? My inner goddess glares at me, tapping her small foot impatiently. She’s been ready for this for years, and she’s ready for anything with Christian Grey.
If your “inner goddess” has been ready for “this” for years, you’d feel some urges, which you already said you haven’t. So she hasn’t been ready for years. You dumb fucking bitch.
He is punctual, of course, and waiting for me when I leave Clayton’s.
So, she got all ready, headed to work, was there for EIGHT HOURS and gets picked up straight from Clayton’s for her fucking date.
Because after a long day, you totally are going to look and feel your best.
Also, regarding hand-holding:
He’s only touching a very small area of my body, and the hormones are flying.
We’re in a built-up area of the city and even I know helicopters need space to take off and land.
Taking off and landing in tight spaces is the fucking POINT of helicopters. What the fuck is wrong with you, James, you dumb fuck. You utter idiot. You plague.
Even if the area is so built-up there’s no fucking space of a helipad, they can be put on top of buildings. Haven’t you watched any fucking movies?
[W]e head into the building, straight to a set of elevators. Elevator! The memory of our kiss this morning comes back to haunt me.
So Ana’s been conditioned to be turned on by elevators. Gotcha.
The doors close, and it’s there, the weird electrical attraction crackling between us, enslaving me.
And there it is, a white helicopter with the name Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. written in blue with the company logo on the side. Surely this is misuse of Company property.
No, it’s not, because it’s his fucking company he’s the sole owner there is no board, or have you forgotten you empty headed barnacle.
He leads me to a small office where an old timer sits behind the desk.
“Thank you, Joe.” Christian smiles warmly at him.
Oh. Someone deserving of the polite treatment from Christian, perhaps he’s not an employee. I stare at the old guy in awe.
What about your best friend Kate?
They get in the ‘copter and Christian orders her to not touch anything. If I was in Ana’s position, I’d touch something out of spite. But I wouldn’t be in Ana’s position because I have more than a brain cell and a healthy sense of self-worth, so moot point.
Ana seems pretty obsessed with sniffing Christian, maybe her fursona’s a bloodhound or something. She wants to smell his hair, but we all know where dogs prefer to sniff.
You decide if I’m implying she’s desperate for the D, or if I’m implying she’s a bitch. Or both! It can be both!
He glances up and smiles, like he’s enjoying his usual private joke, his gray eyes heated.
You know it’s possible to smile even though there’s nothing funny, right? People smile for a lot of reasons. Amusement at jokes is just a small part of it.
Christian does the pre-flight stuff, and shock of shocks, it actually looks like it was researched or something. I’m going to guess James took one of those tour helicopter trips and it made her feel funny in her no-no zone, so of course she’d find out more about it.
So they fly, kind of uneventful, Ana still thinks that Christian is way out of her league and keeps depressing herself, like, you idiot, he’s sitting there next to you, if he didn’t want you, you wouldn’t be in a helicopter with him.
Christian says they’ll be in Seattle in less than an hour. I have my doubts about the length of the trip. I think it’s about 40 minutes by plane, but I really can’t be assed to mathemagic the time and distance. If anyone wants to, go right ahead.
As they get ready to land in Seattle, Christian reveals that Ana’s the first woman he’s flown with, of course. Abusive tactics aside, Ana really needs to get a fucking clue, he does shit for you he never did with anyone else, stop selling yourself short, girl.
Ana compliments Christian by saying he’s competent. Um. I get what it’s supposed to mean, but it really feels like “hey you don’t suck at doing stuff”. I’m surprised that James didn’t use something way more flowery like saying he’s a man of many mysterious talents or something.
Ana comments that Christian obviously enjoys flying, and he says he likes being in control. Hey, control is good and all, but I’m pretty sure in most cases, people like to balance something out with the opposite to unwind. I’m not saying Christian should be the submissive in this “relationship”, but I’m not convinced he has to be always in control always because that’s how he is. Or I’m just forgetting what I’m reading.
And I’m pretty sure gliding and soaring are used interchangeably, not “hurrdurr only laypeople call it gliding, it’s actually soaring.” But then again, James does seem to like feeling smug.
Expensive hobbies. I remember him telling me during the interview. I like reading and occasionally going to the movies. I am out of my depth here.
We’re back to this, now. I’m looking forward to the rest of the self-doubt in the book.
And even “expensive” hobbies needn’t be expensive unless you’re getting your own gear or equipment or something. If you search right, you can do lots of things that seem pretty financially inaccessible. But then again, we know how James is when it comes to research.
It looks otherworldly – unreal – and I feel like I’m on a giant film set, José’s favorite film maybe, ‘Bladerunner.’
Um, I’m pretty sure Bladerunner depicted a dystopia. Dystopias don’t generally look good. And yes, she doesn’t say it looks good there, but she agreed with Christian when he said it looked good.
The memory of José’s attempted kiss haunts me. I’m beginning to feel a bit cruel not calling him back. He can wait until tomorrow… surely.
Ana does not owe Jacob anything after that stunt. At all. It’s well within her right to cut him off completely. I’m not saying she shouldn’t make up with him, but holy shit she’s the one feeling bad about this bullshit what the fuck.
He’ll find me lacking in some way. I wish I’d listened to Kate and borrowed one of her dresses, but I like my black jeans, and I’m wearing a soft mint green shirt and Kate’s black jacket. I look smart enough.
Okay. Let’s go over some points here.
- We can’t go more than a couple of paragraphs before Ana starts whining about how she’s not good enough for Christian.
- More of the looking smart enough bullshit. If you’re worrying over how you look or how you’re dressed, chances are you’re not “smart enough”.
- Why the fuck would you wear a fucking dress he picked you up straight from work at a hardware store, you dumb fucking bitch.
Okay. I’m done.
And I know it’s a big thing and all, and the first time Ana’s been in a romantic (snrk) type interaction, but the way she keeps obsessing over how it’s time or some shit, just look.
“We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Christian mutters, and suddenly my blood is pounding in my ears as my heartbeat accelerates and adrenaline spikes through my system.
It’s getting nearer and nearer, bigger and bigger… like my anxiety. God, I hope I don’t let him down.
I grip the edge of my seat tighter and tighter. I can do this. I can do this.
It strikes me as the thoughts of a first-time escort or something, rather than a romantic interaction. Ana thinks of “it” (and yes, she hasn’t specified what “it” is yet, even though we all know, fucking immature idiots, all of them) as the big thing that’s going to happen for sure, and not something that’s a decision made by both consenting and willing parties. Not to mention she hasn’t spared the contract he mentioned a thought. It would be the thing on my mind the most, because who the fuck does that?
His look is so intense, half in shadow and half in the bright white light from the landing lights. Dark knight and white knight, it’s a fitting metaphor for Christian.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You know that don’t you?” His tone is so earnest, desperate even, his gray eyes impassioned. He takes me by surprise.
“I’d never do anything I didn’t want to do, Christian.”
It’s very windy on top of the building, and I’m nervous about the fact that I’m standing at least thirty stories high in an unenclosed space.
But you’re not on the edge and it’s not narrow so why the fuck does it matter. Or did you forget all that space ‘copters need to take off and land?
Also, Christian has to shout to be heard over the noise of the wind. Is it even safe to fly if it’s that windy?
It’s warm inside and all mirrored glass. I can see Christian to infinity everywhere I look, and the wonderful thing is, he’s holding me to infinity too.
Also they’re in an elevator and shock of shocks, Ana does not have a Pavlovian reaction to being in one. I think James just forgot.
To the right is an imposing ‘U’ shaped sofa that could sit ten adults comfortably.
I have to comment on the use of “ten adults”. As opposed to children? Why not say “people”? I think James is (maybe unconsciously) trying to remind us that everyone’s a consenting adult, because you could have fooled me with the way Ana behaves.
It faces a state-of-theart stainless steel – or maybe platinum for all I know – modern fireplace.
I’m just going to note that James describes Christian’s crib as a list. To the left this and that and also that, to the right is this and that, beyond that… and so on. Urgh.
This line needs a special mention.
There is art of all shapes and sizes on all the walls.
“Can I take your jacket?” Christian asks.
I don’t know. Can you? I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.
Christian offers Ana a glass of white wine. She accepts, even though she took a moment to consider what happened the night before, but of course, like everything else in this book, that is soon forgotten.
My heart is thumping. I want to run. This is seriously rich. Seriously over-the-top Bill Gates style wealthy.
We then have a weird conversation that… I don’t know, is supposed to show their chemistry or something, but only succeeds in being oh my God so fucking dumb. Shit. I bet James is the sort of person who deletes any fanfiction reviews that are in any way critical, constructive or otherwise. If it’s not mindless love, it’s gone. Wait. She does that with this book’s critics. Yup.
I turn and glance around this vast room. Room is the wrong word.
It’s not a room – it’s a mission statement.
I don’t… um… never mind. Next.
As I sit, I’m struck by the fact that I feel like Tess Durbeyfield looking at the new house that belongs to the notorious Alec D’Urberville. The thought makes me smile.
Hold on, maybe I’m misremembering things, but didn’t Alec fucking rape Tess? Why would that thought make you fucking smile!? You got a fucking note from this fucking asshole quoting fucking Tess as a warning. What the ever loving fuck. What the fuck.
“What’s so amusing?” He sits down beside me, turning to face me.
I was kind of joking before, but I really think James does not understand that smiling does not necessarily mean being amused by something. You smile when you’re happy. You smile when you thank people. This fucking witch probably never smiled for real in her life. This bitch probably doesn’t have human emotions.
Ana asks Christian why he sent her that particular set of books with a rape apologist quote.
“It seemed appropriate. I could hold you to some impossibly high ideal like Angel Clare or debase you completely like Alec D’Urberville,” he murmurs, and his gray eyes flash dark and dangerous.
“If there are only two choices, I’ll take the debasement.” I whisper, gazing at him. My subconscious is staring at me in awe.
And in case anyone is confused or if it isn’t clear.
You could argue that this is part of the supposed BDSM in this book. If you do, I’d call you an idiot. Because they’re not in that relationship yet. And they haven’t agreed on anything yet.
Christian ruins the romantic creepy atmosphere by running off and coming back with a document.
“This is a non-disclosure agreement.” He shrugs and has the grace to look a little embarrassed. “My lawyer insists on it.”
And what does this agreement say, you ask? Basically, that Ana can’t say shit about what goes on between her and Grey. To anyone. Take that, Kate.
“Okay. I’ll sign.”
He hands me a pen.
“Aren’t you even going to read it?”
What the fucking fuck, you fucking idiot. Even Christian is all “wat”. This is her reasoning.
“Christian, what you fail to understand is that I wouldn’t talk about us to anyone, anyway. Even Kate. So it’s immaterial whether I sign an agreement or not. If it means so much to you, or your lawyer… whom you obviously talk to, then fine. I’ll sign.”
What if there’s something in there that would fuck you over and you agreed to it because you’re a dumb fucking bitch, what about then, Ana?
He gazes down at me, and he nods gravely. “Fair point well made, Miss Steele.”
What point is that, she didn’t say shit, you fucking assholish idiot.
Ana asks if they’re going to “make love” now that she’s signed the thing. Christian says he doesn’t “make love”, he fucks hard. So edgy. I cut myself on that edge, you guys. Someone get me a bandaid. He also says there’s more paperwork. Because there’s nothing sexier than paperwork. And she still has the option to back off if she wants. How gracious of him to supply that. He also still has to show her his “playroom”. If he was Mr. BDSM, wouldn’t that be his dungeon? I don’t even know. Would a playroom be a smaller version of this?
“You want to play on your Xbox?” I ask. He laughs, loudly.
“No, Anastasia, no Xbox, no Playstation. Come.”
Because my thoughts immediately jump to video games when a playroom is mentioned in a sexy context. You dumb bitch.
James gives directions to where they’re going, like out to the corridor and then right at the doors and then up the stairs and oh my God who the fuck cares? James is so conceited that she thinks the things she thinks are interesting are universally interesting so of course everyone wants to know these shitty little details that add nothing to the story and takes from the (already weak as fuck) flow. And the fans of these books who think it’s the bestest thing ever are the weak sort of fools who believe something just because it’s printed on paper. Know what, print this, and believe it enough to make it true:
Itsrane is now a billionaire and Christian Grey is her bitch.
I’ll just sit here and wait for it to happen, okay?
So now Ana and Christian are at the playroom.
And it feels like I’ve time-traveled back to the sixteenth century and the Spanish Inquisition.
And that’s the end of this fucking chapter. Fuck. I am so pissed off you guys. You have no idea. And what the fuck is James’ interest in the fucking Spanish Inquisition? Does she fucking know what it’s about? Or is she only familiar with it because of Monty Python
That dumb fuck. I’m just going to finish the list of worrying details then I’m going to work on some other project.
Itsrane’s Quick List of Worrying Details:
- Ana does not find the fact that Christian knows where she lives without her telling him to be alarming.
- Ana and Kate both keep flopping from one extreme to the other; in Ana’s case, she cannot decide whether to be annoyed by Kate, or happy for her. In Kate’s case, she goes from being suspicious of Christian, to pimping Ana, and back to being cold and hostile.
- Ana continues to be unable to comprehend that Christian must see something in her that he likes, as she continues to go off on how Christian is unattainable.
- Ana and Kate need to invest in a book of euphemisms because they seem unable to refer to sexual intercourse as anything other than “it” between the two of them.
- Ana and Kate behave like girls in early high school in gossip, mannerisms, and choice of euphemisms.
- Ana appears to be so far from reality that she does not know basic “feminine” grooming. Even people who do not shave/wax/etc. know what they are.
- Ana seems to be sexually aroused by elevators.
- Ana cannot comprehend that people smile for reasons other than jokes/amusement.
- Ana is extremely hypocritical, and the actions she sees as rude or domineering when performed by Christian are awesome when performed by Kate.
- Ana downplays the seriousness of José’s behavior.
- Ana signs apparently binding agreements without going over the terms and conditions first.
- Ana seems incapable of interpreting unfamiliar words or phrases based on context. As Christian mentioned his “playroom” when they were talking about sex, it’s only logical that it has something to do with sex, rather than Xbox or Playstation.
- Ana seems to see Tess’s relationship with Alec as a positive thing even though he raped her.
- Christian blatantly ignores Ana’s wish to be called “Ana”, going by his preference of calling her “Anastasia” or “Miss Steele”.
- Christian is paranoid and premeditates acts of passion, probably to avoid any accusations of misconduct.
- Christian is obsessed with the idea of being always in control.
- Christian is not comfortable with telling Ana important information when they are at a neutral setting. Instead, he takes her on a helicopter ride, and into his residence, to tell her things that could make her rethink her relationship with him. If this information was so polarizing, Ana could be too uncomfortable or fearful to deny Christian, which is a form of coercion.
- Christian gives Ana a clear choice, and maintains that he would not do anything she did not want to do, however as later chapters show, he’s all talk, no action.
- James still needs to research.
- James seems uncomfortable or even incapable of interpreting human facial expressions.
- James seems uncomfortable or even incapable of interpreting human emotions.
- James really needs to understand what the Spanish Inquisition is before throwing it around in her book.