[He sort of half shrugs, like maybe no, maybe yes, maybe just maybe. The shrug shifts his shoulder against James a little, digs into him, but that's all right, James won't care. He never cares.]

S'ppose so, yeah. More or less.

[He takes another swig from the bottle--slightly larger this time--and then, after a pause, gets in a second for good measure, just because.]

Mind, you're one of the only ones I really take into consideration, in general. So I've been a bit obsessed with you for some time now, if you've not noticed--like, years and years--which has really weakened my greater powers of observation. So much time spent staring at you, and so on.