"I know who Noah is, and mind your throat," Benjamin answers, still somewhat groggily, but is starting to understand what has John so unsettled.
Honestly, he just needed the time to wake up a little more properly.
"She's known about me for years now."
Never mind that she shares the same proclivity, something he has felt guilty about for a long time now, never mind that she keeps assuring him that it is not his fault, and that if she were going to follow his example, she would in fact love cock. It never makes him laugh, and he's not going to tell John that. It is about her, and for her to choose who might know.