she did indeed seem that spastic. Truthfully, he thought she was exaggerating some actual trait (yes, perhaps related to her abilities), and that was what he had been trying to puzzle out. And if she could convince some younger students of the same, James would have his own private laugh over it.
Her words were rewarded with another look. He could say he was being classy, but even he knew how lame that sounded. To be honest, he liked drink from shot glasses. He liked slamming the glass down on the table after a good shot - the sharp sound of glass on wood was the perfect punctuation. And, yes, it allowed them to drink shots and have coffee, though that was mostly for her benefit. He didn't know which she would prefer. "Fairly well," he drawled.
James chuckled when she amended his toast, smiling still as he tossed it back. When she asked for another, he did, indeed pour her another. "Not yet. Maybe later," he said, not really concealing his grin. "And that is a possibility. Though usually, you only get a treat if you actually succeed." He didn't mean anything by that - she had improved - he was just referring to her use of the word "attempting".