"Pretty sure, yeah," James told her bluntly. He wasn't exactly one to sugar coat things unless his ass was on the line, and the smoke addling his brain didn't exactly help with that much. He didn't go into the fact that it had happened a number of times before in a similar fashion. That shit was sure to scare even someone stoned out of their mind away.
"I like your thinking," he answered with a lopsided grin, watching her inhale with the appreciation of a teenage boy. His first instinct was to offer her the good old fashioned smoke from his mouth to her mouth, but he was pretty sure Mao would stab him if he made their friendship awkward, so James managed to show some restraint for once in his life.
"I think I'm a bad influence on you," he said with a soft chuckle, leaning back in his seat again.