"You're the one that joined them," he said with a frown. "You didn't exactly volunteered to be a spy. Don't make it sound like you're a martyr either. You made a wrong decision and got fucked. I haven't done shit, and I'm trying to fix the problem anyway, and yet they won't let me, so there's nothing wrong with wanting to do something fun after he's dead."
He looked at Severus. "Really, tell me how my job changes anything. How does it help? The division needs me a lot more than I need the division. I'm still going to fight, I'm still going to oppose Voldemort, and I'm still going to talk to Voldemort. They don't get the information if I quit, at least not directly."
James snorted. "I don't even want to rebel. I want him and people to leave me the fuck alone." He raised the glass. "And you're not letting me get smashed."