He appreciated this one because the young man got around to the point. In all of Jim's rambling, and he did love to ramble, Michael seemed to latch onto the bottom line. Jim appreciated that, and it showed in the smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips when the question was asked. Giving a playfully shy ducking of the head behind his hand, he shrugged his shoulders, and then sunk back into his seat.
"Yes," Jim said honestly. "The world defines me by that word, but I would rather much classify myself as an adventurer with a desire to test the boundaries of society."
When the food was delivered, Jim broke from his conversation to enjoy a few bites of food, all while allowing his company to do the same. While the conversation was delightful, he could not forget how starving the young one seemed to be when he found him earlier that night.
"It's all right if you did," Jim said with an assuring tone. He leaned in to sip from his glass. "I'm not one to judge anyone. A Satanist, though, can't say I've been experienced with such company. What was that like?"