The reaction to the question gave him all the answer he needed, and immediately James was back to being tense and scowling. "Fuck!" He yelled the word as he pushed himself up from the bed and retrieved his clothes and tug them on. "Dammit." He had jizz all over him, but his shirt was still on the ground outside of the lighthouse so he could use that to wipe himself off.
"If I get busted with that..." He was going to say something threatening, but instead he went with what would probably illicit the most response. "Good luck getting more." And with that, he was on his way. Down the stairs, he only paused briefly by the door, grabbing that discarded shirt to wipe himself off a bit. He handed it to Fisher without a word, assuming he might want to try to clean off a little bit too, but he didn't wait for him, quick steps taking him back toward the hospital. He was too damn tired to run this time around.