The words had a weird effect on him. On one part he was outraged, furious she would come back to ask him something like this, something about James Potter nonetheless, the man who had ruined his life just as much as Voldemort. Of course, she wouldn't know, she never realized, or she just never wanted to think about it.
“I am hardly in contact with any of my dear friends.” he hissed unpleasant, how dare she think he was still in those people's circles? Did she think he would go drink with them every thursday night or something?
Another part of him though, deep down, was worried, he knew she had been crying, he could feel the certainty of it crawl of his skin as though it had been him shedding tears, and he knew that James had changed, he wasn't the arrogant Black or the pathetic Lupin, he was the one who had saved his life in the shrieking shack eons ago. Plus, he was Lily's husband, and he didn't want to see her shed tears, for no reason. “I've got nothing..” he said finally, more gentle, but powerless, his mind starting to work, trying to find out a way to investigate the matter.
He still had to get used to it, that to her he would always just be a mean, an instrument to get what she really wanted.