"Sometimes." He had a few instances he could present that could hold to that attestment, but most of them due to actual crime. And this wasn't crime, it was Jim's warp concept of fun and intimacy.
The flat expression bloomed, curiosity raising while he watched the other. "Think that's my spot," he remarked through a chuckle before Sherrinford's hands were on his throat. It was probably for the best, honestly. Jim may not have weapons for use but his tongue was sharp.
He shifts under Sherr, feeling like he could just melt into the bed and raises his head as if to add pressure on his own somehow. Jim makes a gasp, eyes shutting and looking like he's enjoying a massage not a choking.