"Ah. One of those types." The nod is there in theory, just not physically. Jim sighs something short and gives her arm a squeeze with his. "I'm not trying to argue against you, for the record. It's interesting and deities are a foreign thing in terms of being around in the flesh, so color me curious." There's a very pregnant pause that follows, one where James works up the nerve to add something a little more intimate, where he weighs the pros and cons to admitting it now or holding onto it for another time. In the end, he quietly clears his throat and throws caution to the wind. "And if it means getting to know you better, hearing about your world and everything, then that's a welcome bonus."

James feels a sense of calm around Diana, he's thoroughly attracted to her, and he appreciates the person she's shown him so far. She didn't chide him for his humane tactics, she's been open to the idea of gathering in numbers for achievable change. And she seems to actually give a shit. Maybe it has something to do with the glorious halo, maybe not.