Did this guy even know who he was? James was stunned by the treatment of being slammed against the ground. It was so surprising that he was starting to come through his bloodlust because of it. All his life he had been pampered and cared for by others and treated like royalty. This was new, and it wasn't his prey fighting back this time.
He was still not out of the need for blood enough to recognize that Andrei was only trying to help him, however. James spotted the fangs on him. Another vampire. He knew what he was talking about, knew the hunger, so why not let him have her? Oh how he wished Dr. Styles was there. He would teach this vampire a lesson for handling him so roughly and presuming to tell him where he could and couldn't hunt.
"I said unhand me, ruffian! I don't need your advice!" But it made James angry that he was realizing Andrei was right. The rules, the Headmistress, the wooden stake he'd end up on if he killed again. James shoved against Andrei, growling until he stopped himself, attempting to compose what was left of his dignity. Fixing Andrei with a direct look, waiting to meet his eyes, he asked more calmly, "Who are you?"