Looking at the wine glass he couldn't help but feel al too proud of this whole situation. How he pulled it together and managed to make it happen. Hell it was a miracle of it's own she agreed to have this dinner with him. It still amazed him how things changed, and the simple fact a death can change things. Previously enemies and content with hitting each other, now having a quiet dinner together. Life was funny like that.
"You need to brush up on your Australian slang, darlin'." Pyro purred slightly, letting his actual accent hang in the air. He often pulled it back some just to make himself a little easier to understand. "Though, thankfully you know an expert on the situation, and he's happy to help you out."
Feeling her foot against his his eyes looked down as if he could see through the table and his foot instinctively pushed back against hers, before his eyes looked back to hers. "Though, if I share my trade secrets, I'll lose my advantage of dark and mysterious." John laughed lightly. "Without that, I'm just so boring and a boring Pyro is a not fun Pyro." He mused lightly.