[Though he sees the eyebrow raised curiously, Kurt is not kind enough to translate the nickname for him. He might if asked; or not.]

Worked for Snow White, didn't it? [Kurt allows himself a moment to watch Jim stretch, the indulgence made easier by the knowledge that his featureless eyes make it difficult to tell exactly what he's looking at. But he doesn't want the other man to feel hunted, and so after the moment passes Kurt begins his own form of stretching. It more resembles a bastardized yoga, but it works.] I appreciate the company. There's only so much energy a man can burn murdering a punching bag.