Cedar Sweep Reinventing the wheel to run myself over

The silence had been interrupted once again, but not by Grey. This voice, instead, sounded clearer; almost as if it were of a real person's. Correction: it was a real person. His eyes caught the sight of white fur.
"Oh, hey" he breathed. Before adding, "I do not seek of anything, simply wandering, miss." His way of speaking had been altered to match her's, more formal. This was an unconscious habit of his. Weirdo. 

"I'm James. Though, please, call me Jem," he introduced. Yeah, all good, he didn't sound too bad-

'She doesn't care what your name is, you look stupid'

Jem's ears twitched, slightly afraid that she had heard Grey and decided that she didn't want to talk to him after all. But a little piece of him was also hoping she had heard Grey too, and he wasn't just crazy.