That was not the reaction that he was hoping for, nor was it the answer that he wanted. And the scowl was quick to take over where the smirk had left off.
"Hmm." He considered it for a moment before he concluded, "That's too bad." And with that, the bag was carefully tossed in Fisher's general direction before James stood up and crossed the room, walking over to stand by the window, pale blues peering out through the grimy glass. A frown pursed his lips as he fixated on the moon that hung low in the evening sky. It was a nice night. Shame he hadn't figured out a way to simply get out of the ward and out onto the grounds.