Fair enough. He didn't know sign. Or, well, the only words he knew that translated were swears and different sexual positions. Not entirely useless, but probably not perfect for the moment, either.
The voice was a bit off-putting but in a funny sort of way that had John chuckling when he took the glass that was offered to him, only pulling himself together enough to offer a smile of thanks that was abso-fucking-lutely flirtatious.
"You're not into a bit of both?" He asked, finally settling down on the sofa as well -- far enough away for semi-polite company, but close enough to be -- well. John. "You got a remote, or do you just angel that up, too?" John'd give it a go himself, but the tv would be just as likely to explode as it would turn on.