To hold his patiences, Jim had slipped his hands to his pockets while he waited and observed the other. The process of the tie removal he watched and only brought his hands back out in the middle to offer them with a smirk.
The little looks from Sherr had him amused, a wide grin settling as Jim commented, "If you want my written consent, it's in my desk. Top right drawer." He quirked a brow, challenging him silently.