@remnantelmm from here.
He looks the woman over quietly. Hears her upset and recognizes it. Certainly not something he could claim he understood fully, ‘blessed’ with being born of a race that wasn’t criticized, but he had dealt with his fair share of the issue at hand. Attempted to hire a number of Faunus and was turned down each and every time. Made to deal with Jacques Schnee’s bigotry time and time again, even after becoming Headmaster of the Atlesian school. Worked hard to ensure that any and all discriminators were properly taken care of.
Turning to look back at the party-goers himself, he can’t help but crack a smile. The people inside, with secrets and lives wrapped in conceit, were laughable. Acting as though they blessed the very ground that they walked on. The items they touched. In truth, James has always felt that they tainted any area they breathed in.
“Well,” he muses aloud, turning to look at the young woman. “If it’s any consolation, if the day ever comes where I’m granted the opportunity to punch him in the face, it might just take him out for the next several years.”
Speaking into his drink, he adds, “Or longer, if we’re lucky.”