John looked at Racheline as if she were a Hippogryff about to take his head off. She looked scary, coupled with her calm voice, John just didn't know what to think really.
"I don't!" He had to defend himself from attack. "I don't like getting my hands dirty and I don't want to know if it's more fun!" He clenched his Italian leather clad hands into fists and pulled his shoulders up around his neck in a completely defensive move. If Racheline hadn't asked, he might have responded just a little better.