John smirked a touch at Sara. She had a decent sense of humour at least, which won her a few points in his books. Plus she was cute. He couldn't help but wonder if she could keep up with his drinking...
"I'd prefer to not have to get used to all of this bollocks" he replied taking a drag from his cigarette. "But I suppose I'll get used to it eventually" he shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a stubborn old bastard" he smirked. "Especially if the whiskey is that good".