James let out a soft sound of protest, but he did nod, shifting slowly into a more sitting position. His head was spinning and just moving made him feel a little sick, but with his stomach empty there wasn't anything left to come back up.

He accepted the glass of water, taking a few small sips, then a larger gulp. He knew better than to chug it down. Grabbing the plate next, he held it close to avoid any crumbs falling onto the bed, then chewed on a couple crackers before his stomach decided that was enough for now.

"Think I need to sleep it off a little more," he mumbled, throat raw and hoarse. Tired. "Or just lie in bed. You... got anywhere else to be?"

Because James would like to keep him around if he could get away with that.