He glances over at him, still a little off kilter. James is clearly unsure, fighting to find footing, and he seems to be expecting Scorpius to throw his words back at him at any moment. Isn't that the ultimate trump card?

He reaches up to rub the side of his neck, right where Scorpius's lips had been, and chews hard on his own lower lip.

"I was going to-" He's too quiet, and he clears his throat and tries again. "I was just going to cook. I could- if you're hungry, since you're around..." It's an offer in James-ese.