[He pauses with the fork halfway to his mouth and leans back, setting the bowl of decidedly questionable "pasta" down so he can flash her his best panty-dropping smile.]

Nah. No, come on there's plenty to go around. [Jim gestures to the space at the table beside him.]

Just... don't be alarmed if my throat closes up. It'll be fine. [A laugh and a shrug.] Probably.