James could understand how beleaguered her former English teachers must have felt. Teaching Tori was its own special kind of epic journey he imagined, and this was only lesson two. When she started in about stabbing herself, he gave her an odd sort of look, until she grinned. she'd had him. He had been trying to figure out what the hell could make her randomly stab herself like that. He shook his head and chuckled as he headed off into the kitchen to retrieve his half-consumed coffee.
At her assertion, he tilted his head thoughtfully as he refilled his coffee with hot coffee from the pot. she was right, actually. He liked her statement. Grabbing the Bailey's and Jameson, too, he returned to the living room and set it all down, before returning to the kitchen for shot glasses, her coffee, and the cookies. When she kidded him about being polite, he shot her an annoyed look, then rolled her eyes at her demand.
Fixing his drink, he also poured them each a shot of Jameson. "To the privilege of having my student's back," he said with a grin. see, he listened.