Alright. Quill was awkward. It was one of his admirable traits, and John generally liked the guy.
The pat on his hand brought a raised brow. "Oh darlin'." John feigned a roll in her eyes. "You never had to deal royalty?" Approaching closer. "Patting the hand is a sign of insult. Says you're better than me." John put his best pout face. "You wouldn't be saying that about little ole me, would you?" Of course he was laying it on a little thick
With a sigh. John looked to Peter. "Oh Johnny hadn't had much room for, talking, you see Kitty and I, we've been keeping him insanely busy." Okay, talk about half truths. "We just you know." John purred and fluttered those eyelashes of his. "Hit of so well." Taking a step forward. "But John hid a treasure." A low smirk. "Quill. Are you a treasure?"