Sebastian heard his name, rose, and stopped just outside the door. Until James specifically said to come in, he wouldn't, but--

"What is it, James?"

If anything was coming after him to get to James? James would find it and send the sniper to eliminate it. He... knew he didn't need to worry. Not nearly as much. Not if James was looking into it. And yet... there was that nagging worry. The sense of a sniper of overlooking some small threat that would prove major.

He was used to being the first line of defence. The first on the battle field, picking off potential threats before they ever made it to the heart.

Swift and Bold.

And now he was the one being protected.