The shoving earned Sherrinford a bored look as he stumbled back. He made swaying steps back and at the last shove, he fell back to the bed.
"Sure, if you want to be called a good boy. I thought you were going for bad boy." Jim has nothing but a mouth on him. If he can't poke physically, he can certainly can do it verbally. He squirms back, trying to find a more comfortable spot and smiles flatly.