James is only mildly distracted by what he can only take to be a pick-pocket strolling by and peering in bags- charming- and he's almost, oh so close to saying something when he considers his new suit. It'd do no good to ruin that, or be late for this.

So when the cab arrives, Sally has his full attention. And what a lot of attention it is, what with bright blue eyes locked on her every move as she approaches, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The hand she offers up is taken, but rather than shake it, he lifts it lightly, bowing his head to press a kiss to the back of her hand.

"Please, call me James. James Bond." His cover has already been blown. There's no point in keeping with it.