James made a face at her. It was automatic and not at all her fault. If it had been anyone else ... not so much calling him Harry Potter's dad but making some comparison to himself with James or Sirius, they would have surely gotten something. Because by now anyone with a brain should have figured that not only was he his own person but he didn't like being compared to the GREAT Sirius and the just as GREAT James. However, in this world he knew how things were different. He'd seen the internet and the HIGHLY bizarre fanbases. If this place had brought him here when he was younger, say at eleven he would have been annoyed (hell, even if he'd still been nine ... actually at nine he'd found the comparisons .. alright) and even at seventeen, not too happy with her. Because really. However, at twenty-one, he managed to just keep his irritation to a face, before sighing.
"No, I'm James Sirius Potter. I'm his son." He gave her a bemused expression before leaving it at that. He wasn't expecting as much excitement ... unless she was one of the weird Scorpius/James lovers. Which just mean that he'd have to prove to her that James Sirius Potter was clearly the better Potter, the best Potter. In general.
He listened as she spoke, nodding slowly, brow quirking ever so slightly at the cheerleader part and his mouth curving, "Don't know about the former, luv, but the latter could get you some money. Right easy. That is if you're interested." James stretched slightly, a highly thoughtful expression on his face, bringing his fingers to the back of his head and scratching through his hair for a second. Pensive. "Yeah, I reckon you could if you wanted? Or do you have any hobbies and stuff? Secret talents you never tried? Like I was a musician back home and I play at bars and wherever else they'd let me." That wasn't a hobby, that was his life's work and his pride and joy. However, he was just letting her now that it could be anything. "And sometimes I help some them around. Fixing things, muggle way from some extra money."
He paused, realizing that he'd nearly missed the first half of what she'd said. A sheepish expression passed over his features and he gave her a wide grin, not his best of course. But still a pretty nice one. "Right. All of it's true. You can get a tattoo or an amulet to keep away the possession. And Buffy and Andrew can help you with that. With all of it. Good people. The both of them." Even when Buffy wanted to do stupid shite like go after Fenrir.