"...I don't know. Whatever he let's me do." Wait, that came out wrong. But it wasn't as if James was serious, so he finally just grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "I like him."

He didn't actually think he owed a near stranger more of an explanation, even if he was making him pancakes. Which looked impressive and mouthwatering and he actually folded his hands over his stomach to somehow keep it from making sounds. "You're a great chef."

Maybe compliments would somehow enable him to eat sooner.