What? He wasn't going to do all the work here. John wasn't exactly the sort who was well known for meeting people half way. Not all the time, anyway. "Only sometimes," he said with a cheeky grin, ashing his cigarette in an empty and out of the way bottle before starting up another pancake.
He glanced over at her when she asked for glasses and couldn't help but let out a surprised and pleased laugh. "Over the sink, luv." She was clearly trying to worm her way into his black little heart, and fuck if it wasn't working.