James chuckled again. Really, nothing fazed her. Admirable quality, to keep right on trucking like that. As for drinks, he did actually prefer to sip his whiskey, but shots were friendly. And he loved a good beer. so maybe their tastes differed, but that was hardly a problem. hadn't been thus far, much to the agent's chagrin.
The mimic was about to respond when she moved her rib. He jumped, but not back - he actually leaned forward to take a closer look. "What the... Like that fucking alien movie," he muttered, then grinned, hand suspended mid-air when he remembered he probably shouldn't be poking at her. "Bet you're fun at parties," he kidded, hiding his grin behind his mug as he took a sip. "No, we wouldn't that - you trying too hard," he answered when she made her mock threat.
At her description of the hypothetical scenario, he chuckled. "I'll have to keep that in mind, and keep Tori treats in stock, so I'll be ready when the time comes," he conceded. He could actually imagine throwing her out the window. she had the potential to drive him to do such a thing. still, he had no doubt that her theory was accurate - she'd bounce right back for a treat.