"Aren't you?" In some way, John knew better than to insult the man too much, yet, here they were. He knew too well what he was capable of, but also that he wouldn't dare try something in such a public place. There was a tiny bit of comfort to be found in the fact that he hadn't shown up at John's flat.
He grimaced slightly when the waitress sat down the plate of food. Seemed he was going to sit and stay...and apparently eat. That was strange in itself, when unless it was a date, John's company preferred not to eat while they were out.
"No," he said quickly. They weren't comfortable, no matter what sort of ease Jim was speaking to him. "I'll get my own." He looked back down at the menu, suddenly not too sure he even wanted to eat, even if he knew he should. "Why are you here?"