He sat up, wiggling his torso with effort to do so and shooting Sherr the most serious expression he can manage. Jim would assume it speaks volumes, but sometimes, he knows he needs to be crystal clear and vocal or people don't pick up on what he means properly.
"You don't what? Are you scared? Because I'm certainly not. You're a butterfly compared to real torture." He pauses, puckering his lips and waiting for a kiss.