"It's not your kind of work", James said in a voice that was neither challenge or accusation. Tony just simply... not a Marine. Not that would he had in mind had much to do with being a Marine, so much as the things he had seen in the line of duty. The stories he had heard about that he had been unable to do anything about. Specifically, the ties that had bound him and stayed his hand when he might have been able to take the fight to those who deserved it in a matter Washington would never allow.
Straightening, James made no effort to miss his own shot. In fact, much as he had it in his mind to do, he put away four balls before surrendering the table to Tony again. Glancing at him as he stepped back, he shrugged a bit. He did not like, or want to be secretive with his best friend of all people, even if Tony decided not to be anymore forthcoming than he had already.
"I'm going global, Tony", James offered. "With my own war on terror, so to speak..." And he left it at that. Not because he was trying to hide anything, so much as because of their present company. The longer Tony was here, the more eyes he seemed to draw.
"But no, my wanting to meet really was just about you."