Ajax was right in his deduction. The Potters certainly had enough money to hire help, but they never had; neither did they invest in an expansive house. They were very down to earth individuals, for all their fame. Harry had assured that and so James had grown up in a relatively normal environment. This was so far out of the norm for James though, so he was still adjusting. Of course, when Ajax told him to do something he listened. As far as the man's house went, James was very respectful of it. His wishes were followed as well as James could manage. The only problem was that sometimes he forgot, like now. He had forgotten all about the staff until Ajax made a point of it and James nodded along. "Of course. Must've forgotten." he replied, raking a hand through his hair. It had been a long day.
Nursing his tumbler then while the other man spoke, James allowed himself to slowly sink in to the conversation- his mind going over all the spells he'd been taught by the other man these past five months. James was a relatively quick study, so it hadn't been too difficult. As intimidating as Ajax was though, James found himself enjoying his company more and more. He was the only person James knew who was of a like mindset as far as this war went. Their ideals were so far off course from each other it was ridiculous, but it was lucky both men could put them aside in favor of working together. As much as James hated Ajax's purist ideals, he found he liked the other man. Admittedly, James didn't know nearly as much about him as he should, but he liked Ajax. He felt safe around him. He could bounce ideas off of him. He could share a glass of whiskey with him and forget, for just a moment, how mad things were.
"I'm fairly certain no one will object to that and if they do, I'll make sure they understand the importance of fighting fire with fire." James replied, knowing nothing of Ajax's 'traditional' dark arts training. If he did, he'd object, but for now he remained in the dark. Looking away from the suit then to glance over at Ajax, he handed the glass over to the other man before taking a few steps closer and brushing his fingers along the arm of the suit. A shock immediately jolted him, shooting up his arm and having him let out a hiss of pain. Immediately jerking it back, he looked over at Jax. His pained expression was gone at that point though and in its place was a raised brow and a small smile. "You are brilliant." he informed his friend, "Really, grade A genius." he insisted, before answering his question.