Jefferson hadnt expected James to be much of a fidgity person. Uneasy in given situtations that his little computer corrupted mind didnt know how to handle yet. Not a spaz.
But he wouldnt put it past him to be uneasy about sharp objects nearby. Especially if he was always on the defensive, as if James expected an oncoming attack at any moment. Jefferson didnt feel like being blown up because James had a natural defensive reaction to something he thought was an attack.
The kettle he had on the stove whistled, and Jefferson got up to retrieve it, coming back moments later with some tea, setting a cup in front of James. "That's hot." He told him before returning to his seat, relaxing back. Not that he thought James would drink it hot, just a courtesy. "How's the fish?"