"Good." He forced himself to relax, wishing he could shove his hands in his pockets but all too aware that the ones in this jacket were 'decoration only' because god knew that function was completely underrated in this place. So instead he just had to stand awkwardly.

It was a difficult position, to be sure, but he let that difficulty show on his face - quietly warring with himself on how to approach this.

"... John, I don't expect..." He trailed off, frowning. "I'm well aware of your - ah - preferences. And current... commitments."