Johnny quirked a brow when Spike took off his shirt but was definitely not going to complain about the sight. The boy was built and Johnny sent a silent prayer up to the room mate God for blessing him with such lovely eye candy. "Fluffy, furry- it's basically the same thing," he said with a half shrug and put a hand on his hip, looking back over to their shared window and seeing the moon above the trees. "As long as it's soft then it's all good but if you've got some bristles then I suggest you man scape the hell out of your fur sweater," Johnny chuckled and was about to excuse himself when Spike dropped another bomb shell and he could help but stare down at his new room mate. "Wait, you haven't changed yet?"