The question made James arch a brow slightly and then he smirked a little as he answered. "No. But only because I'm too vain to do it." He shrugged his shoulders a bit. "Track marks. Not appealing." He laughed then. If it weren't for that, yeah, he probably would shoot up. "I've snorted my fair share of coke, but even that's too risky. Wouldn't want to fuck up my nose." It was only funny because he was serious. He really was that vain.
They changed direction again, back towards the beach which was nice. The beach always had a sort of calming effect on James. That was why he and Nell frequented it so often. He missed Nell, freakish little tart that she was. He had promised to look her up next time he was in New York though. It was kind of funny that Fisher slightly reminded him of Nell. They were both so... beneath his class but... Well fuck, he wasn't really sure and wasn't really trying to think too hard on it right now.
The few times that he stumbled or misstepped, James grabbed him and kept him from losing his footing and planting his face on the pavement. "Tolerate humans week?" He asked, a brow quirking. "I don't know about all that. And who says I've had a change of heart? I'm not the one that said I already had a rather strong opinion of you." He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Besides, beggars can't be choosers and it's not like I've got people lined up to tolerate my ass right now." At least none that weren't there just because of what he could give them. He had no interest in people like that, contrary to what most might think.