"No, but I'm going to," he grumbles, anger set on his face. "Getting dumber by the generations..." He's mostly talking to himself on that one as he joins Sherr on the couch. He debates taking off the glasses, but glances at Sherrinford. "They should have been more like you. Willing to learn."
He shifts the glasses down and rubs his eyes before pushing them back on. Jim's eyes settle on Sherrinford, watching him as if he's prey he's about to pounce on. After all, the younger always is a welcome distraction. "It's too bad you can't sit in."