James hadn't really considered whether or not he liked her. She just was, and he'd sort of been swept along with it. If she hadn't been his daughter, would he have liked her? He wasn't sure - but probably more because he wouldn't have taken the time to try. If anything, having her here had made him realise just how hard to reach he had become, especially since losing M.
"Disappointed? No," he was able to answer more easily. "No. Surprised, maybe. Slightly... overwhelmed. But not disappointed," he assured her. "I think I might like her more if I properly gave her the chance," he admitted. God, the poor girl. A mother who couldn't bear to look at her, and a father who was ice cold when she was doing nothing wrong.