He presented his wrists as of waiting but when Sherr dropped his hands and started talking, he scowled. Maybe he was annoyed with the softer feelings being brought up. Or maybe he was simply against someone wasting their emotions on worrying about him. It was likely a combination of the two because Jim shifted to his knees and jutted his chin into Sherr's face.
"Why? It's a waste. I'm never in danger. And even when I am, it's pointless." Not that he should be one to speak - Jim had his own silent worries that he kept tied up in a box somewhere buried in the depths of his soul.
His gaze narrowed, a spot under his eye twitched, and Jim added,"You are, somehow, the softest criminal I've ever met." But his flat tone didn't indicate if he thought it was a good thing or a bad thing. Jury was still out on it.