Fix Mr. James a drink

You take a glass and pour a bit of whiskey into it. Then, smiling coyly, you add vodka. You are Russian now, are you not?

You return with the glass and sit next to James on the couch.

"Here you go. It'll help."

He takes the glass and takes a drink. His face quickly changes as hee feels what he's just put in his mouth.

"Wha... oh God! What is that?"

"A little cocktail." You smile. "It'll put hair on your chest and clear your head."

"It's alcohol. I don't know..." He's getting more anxious by the second.

"It's okay. You'll feel better. Now, what about that blackout?"

"I have no idea. I was lecturing the class and... I suddenly found myself here, looking at you."

"Oh." You smile. "That almost sounds romantic."

"R-romantic?"

"Well, you regain yourself when seeing me. It's cute."

"Oh."

"Silly, I know."

"No, I... I get it. I know about romance and... it's just..."

You are possessing:
Russian Bombshell