For a moment, when the guy flinches slightly, Jim actually feels bad about speaking up and disrupting his focus, but then the knife sinks right into the center of the target in a perfect hit. That, coupled with the smile he gets from him, is enough to ease his mind, and he smiles back, just a sliver of teeth barely showing.

"Does that mean I'm your lucky charm, then?" He can't help but tease, even if Jim doesn't really believe in such superstitions. Luck is what you make it, after all.