James couldn't help but laugh. That was pretty damn funny. New fucking Jersey. "Let me guess, you fist pump at nightclubs." That was such a trashy, Jersey thing to do.
A brow quirked slightly when the man sat himself down on the sofa beside him, but he didn't say anything about it. He did, however, shift a little, putting a bit more space between him and the other man. There was no telling what he might catch, after all. He narrowed his eyes a little at the compliment. "The other side of him as in...." And then he got it, the recognition showing clearly on his face. "Oh, right. As in you're not you but you're.. someone else." He then got a really thoughtful look on his face, almost serious actually. "Hey uhm... I'm just curious but... Can you do the Leprechaun?" The look was replaced with a smug grin.