His brow shoots up when he hears the sound. He must have hit a nerve. And when one hits a nerve in their profession, you keep poking at it. Jim rolls his eyes, a playful smirk set on his lips when he turns around again to face the other. "Dear Sherrinford, I think you would if you thought hard enough."
He snaps his fingers, remembering something suddenly. "Othello. 1952. Rewatch it. That's your homework. That should jog that memory." Since it was something they did when they were professor and student, when Jim was trying to pull all his strings. A first foray into dipping his toe over the line. Jim still remembered it fairly well.