Ooh, green tea. [He lays the file against his chest.] Oh well, it's over and done with now. I attempt to refrain from romance myself. [He rolls the "r" dramatically, and his eyes with it.] There's nothing quite so destructive as a broken heart and a bitter head, and the quickest way to accomplish both is through profession of emotions that stand a risk of being stripped away. Defeats the purpose of trying to help others when I might be aiding to the creation of a ticking time bomb tenuously down down down to unbridled resentment.

[And... back up the papers go, though he's already read them. Now he's just pretending to be engrossed again to give Jim time to go do whatever or say what he likes.]