James' brow wrinkled at the mention of Snape. "Joining the Death Eaters was a funny choice, then," he commented, but quietly. He'd heard enough since arriving here to know that Snivellus had a rather different reputation for a lot of the people in the castle, but it hadn't done much to James's opinion. Perhaps nothing would. He'd never been the best at the 'changing his mind's thing. Still, he didn't want a lecture. The biggest grace he could allow was letting Snape keep to his murky little rooms, and he would keep to his. Anything for a quiet life, and all that.
Life would also be a lot quieter, James thought, if Sirius wasn't so damned complicated half the time. Or perhaps he was just chaotic. Whatever the reason, he didn't particularly like the tone of Harry's observation. If there was one person James was more bull-headed about than Snape, it was Sirius.
"That's not fair," he pointed out. "There's a lot of stuff back home. You can't really tell what Pads was thinking from here, or ten years after the fact." Still, he had to crack a smile at the end. The idea was so bizarre. "But I can absolutely, one hundred percent guarantee that he has never fancied me."
James almost commented that Harry was actually only a year older than him, but decided against it. There were probably all kinds of reasons that his infant son acted as if he was a few decades older, none of which had anything to do with time magic. James just wasn't sure if he wanted to hear them.
"Deal," he smiled. "Okay, my turn for questions... did you get all the stuff we left when we.. well. Y'know, the money and everything? What happened to the house?" He was glad now that he and Lily had been smart enough to tell Dumbledore and the Order about what to do if it came to it.