He was going to remark about Everdale in disgust once more but, as he looked at the smile on John's lips, he thought better of it. It was rare that the man smiled in his direction, or at least in a genuine sense, where it was not the result of Moriarty meeting that beast known as karma. So Jim took a seat as he was asked.
Spotting a menu placed on the edge of the table, he slid it towards him and looked down at what else was offered as far as food was concerned. His stomach was rumbling and it couldn't hurt to order from this place, could it?
"Do you often come to dine with the bards and the wenches, or is this a special trip for you as well?"