Yeah well, John wasn't exactly people. He was still of the impression that if he really wanted out, he'd bloody well leave. There wasn't much that ever held him back. "Couldn't be that hard, finding a door," he mused. He hadn't tried. He was having some fun here, yet. It was easier flirting with pretty, clever redheads and watching shitty sitcoms with angels than it was facing the burning pile of rubbish that was his own life back home. "But sure, sure. 'If you see something, say something', innit?"
He did not, in fact, look at the batter or the pan when she did. Only stayed leaning in close because what else could a man do when his tie was being tugged on? He certainly saw no reason to demand his freedom. "If that's what you want." Look at how gracious a host he was! He'd bought groceries for this woman and maybe he'd even get around to the actual cooking.