John smiled, a rare sight for the other boy. "Well, I think we air it out quite often." He winked, before he pulled off his off-white sweater.
"It makes me look like a ruffian." He said simply. "My mum hates when I wear it, but I think it makes me look like I should be flying one of those flying motorcycles." John smirked slightly. He did like those flying motorcycles, even if they were common and undignified.
John led her to the chair he had been sitting on previously, and with a guided hand, he helped her into the chair. He knelt to take off her high heeled shoes, and he placed them to the side of the chair.