John rolled his eyes but he knew that she had him. It was indeed harder to keep up a facade when he was ill and he had told her that he was a werewolf apparently. That definitely would only happen because he was too ill to really give a damn if she knew. "We can eat where ever you like. I'm just the hanger on. Now tell me about that night? I'd like to know if I did or said anything to ruin my image."