He leans into the touch of her hand, his gaze steady on hers. "It won't bother me," he promises her. "To be James, I mean. But if it'd upset you too much, if you wouldn't enjoy seeing them because you were worrying the whole time, I'll stop suggesting it. But it won't bother me. And I'd ... I'd like to give this to you. If you'd want it. Only if."