He wasn't so sure this was that great of an idea anymore, he should have thought more about it, and he was pretty sure that the idea itself was Sirius worthy--too rash. However, he was there, and he wasn't going to back down.
"Having problems getting Snape's clothes off then? I can help there," James cackled and lifted a brow. "I'm at your service, to an extent." Anything this poofter would ask, he could always play with the results a bit. He wasn't that worried.
"So, do we shake? Spit on our hands? I'm afraid I'm not well versed in your ways of doing things."