James wasn't stupid and he knew very well what Cass was doing. Unlikely Dylan, he didn't mind the other man. Sure, he was a Slytherin, but he'd always been nice and he was a good Auror, even if he had a little problem with werewolves.
"I'm fine. I'm breathing, I'm talking, I'm not dying. I'd count it as a spectacular thing," he said with a cheeky grin. "I'm also not hexing and not yelling. See how impressive I am." He was not kicking arse, but that was just a temporary problem to be solved.