John would argue that him burning the whole motherfucker to the ground wouldn't be that hysterical, he would also admit he'd enjoy it. Fuck this hotel, even if it was the reason he was among the living in the immediate. Regardless, his concern was not accidentally scorching his compatriot.
"I'm well aware you're not. You think I'm hot." John commented while moving his frame just a bit to give a little more prepared space for if she were to attack. Regardless when it came, he knew it would be quick enough and equally dangerous. One thing John wasn't going to do is take Kitty lightly. She was formidable enough back when he was alive and now that she had even more experience under her belt, he just assumed it got worse. "I assure you, St. John is a quality name."
A passive shrug came from John. "Who am I to argue. I've gotten down in much weirder places than a hallway." Of course he slid his feet a little plotting his own moves. It was almost nerve wracking waiting for which one of them did the first move over the other. "Well, I wouldn't mind putting them to use later." John mused aloud a devilish smile crossing his lips, but leaving the open ended statement alone all together.
John's knees bent just the slightest while he prepared for whatever came at him. One not being to keen on the defense side of things, he wasn't sure how well it'd go. "We'll just have to see how embarrassed I get, but considering it's with you- I don't think I'd have anything to be embarrassed about, Kitty."