Dealing with Emma wasn't something John would think anyone was used to. And it wasn't just the telepath thing that unnerved him. Xavier had taken liberties, huge liberties, with John's mind, scanning randomly as if he needed to be checked and then stupidly slipping up and divulging that he had been scanning. St John was fairly certain that had it been Frost he'd dealt with, she wouldn't have let that tidbit go.
"Yeah, sure," he wasn't going to say no and jump straight into things, he didn't really want to jump straight into things. And if she was gonna talk, he'd rather eat while she did it.
"Talk like what? 'Cause you didn't say we'd be sharing feelings or nothing."