"I bet they are." Charles replied, a little - well, he wasn't exactly sure how he felt at the moment. His lips were tingling, and not because his pork was something other than pork with a myriad of odd bacteria inside, not to mention the delectable completely illegal trans fats. No, he was- confused, mostly. He wasn't used to John reciprocating his little affectionate touches, and especially wasn't used to outright displays. He took another bits of his meal before responding, still smiling. "Tell me a story, then." He said, and pulled his legs up to cross them on the couch. "The loss of the great oral tradition of this country is one I felt deeply."