He raised an eyebrow at Enzo's admission and gave him a more understanding look. "So you don't want it giving you special treatment in case it comes back to haunt you and your people. Got it." John had a sense there was more to that than met the eye, but it was a measure of their budding friendship that Enzo had told him that much. "I don't have that problem," he answered with a shrug. "Lots of people from my world, but my friends are at home where they belong." He didn't go on to mention that friends were pretty thin on the ground even at home.
"Sadistic bastard," he replied with a laugh. "Any bloke that'd shove a guy on the night bus, just to see what happens, has the right to call himself 'friend'," John said with a grin. You had to get your entertainment where you found it, but would he want to be the one on the bus? Not really, so he might have to rein back on the drinking.
John gave a shake of his head and grinned, "aye, that is true. Be honest, it's the in-between phase you enjoy the most when I'm just talking bollocks," he replied as he followed Enzo to the table.