James shoots him a look, eyebrows raised, that seems to suggest he knows exactly what he's doing. Throwing him right into the line of fire, huh? Well - maybe he deserves it, he figures, and scrubs his fingers through his still damp hair.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good, you can trust me. Be safe. Love you." Shaking his head, he turns and heads into the kitchen, after some of the leftover food. Maybe he could eat and retreat into his bedroom before Scorpius finished showering.