He had to frown at that. The basics, what exactly did that mean. But then it was probably some stupid set of ethics rules that went with breaking into peoples minds and shit like that. "You sure food's good? You might traumatise me later and then I'll puke all over your nice marble floor. Seriously, you have marble flooring?"
It wasn't like John didn't know that Emma was loaded, she was a fucking millionaire, he knew that, but seriously, not even Ric would be conceited enough to have actual marble flooring. "Don't you get a headache, marching over it in your fancy stilettos?"
So he might've just been talking for the sake of it, even as he made himself comfortable in the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at Emma. But he wasn't at the point where he was prepared to start talking boundaries, he was still figuring out why he was even there.