Oh yeah, John was going to get a noise out of Duma before they were done here, that was for sure. The angel was already hypothetically damning himself for the sake of experimenting and knowledge anyway, so he couldn't be bothered to feel that poorly about it.
He allowed himself to be lead further into the place -- and had to admit some amount of curiosity now that he hadn't had before -- on prior visits, John had only bothered to seek out the obvious things -- living room, kitchen, the loo, but had never cared much to think about where Duma may or may not have slept. He kept the cigarette in his mouth on the way, offering teasing and flirtatious touches. John had walked in dubious, but hell, he was pretty into it now and he was in it to win it.
He did pause though, when they hit the bedroom, and he even had to take the cigarette out of his mouth to offer a low and impressed whistle. "Living the dream, are you?" He asked of the spacious room. The fireplace was a nice touch -- as was the way it offered a sectioning wall to the room that most living quarters did not. It was impressive.