James nods at that, understanding in a sense, although his relationship with his father is testy, he hasn't burned that connection with them, like Moira has done. He wouldn't do that too Demetri, leave him all alone to flounder under his father's demands and rules for how being a Thornton was supposed be. Though, just by not living in the main house anymore, he gained some semblance of independence. He has no wait or kitchen staff here, only because they would drive him crazy, and the house wasn't big enough, really, to warrant such extravagance. So the only times his meals were as gourmet as tonight was when he ate dinner with the family or occasional times as these where he food was delivered.

It is a welcomed change tonight as he's starved, and he is still appreciative of the comforts of home after their stint in the labyrinth. He watches carefully as she takes a small bite of food. She seems to enjoy it, and he smiles internally at the idea.

He picks up his glass of wine taking a drink. "It's good now, but all we wanted as kids was takeout from Quill," he says.