James can't help but scoff again. It turns into some kind of laugh as he does it and he looks to the sky as he hypothesizes his message.

"'Not interested in being murdered. Please stop. Will loan sugar if needed.'"

He's confused by your ideology, Esmeralda. How do you think people live?

"I'm sure that'll go over real well." His eyes widen in exaggeration. The monster comment doesn't sting as much as he thought it might, though. After all, it's true. He is a monster.