And he followed her lead, sitting down on the couch beside her. It was far more comfortable than the dinner room's chairs. His tendrils set the pitcher and their glasses on the table in front of them before retracting back in to him. "Nazis, that is who." He chuckled a little, it was one of his favorites, too. He had Blank to thank for that one.
Blinking once after she turned on the TV, the very same movie they were speaking of began to play. The volume of low enough that they could talk, but enough that they could hear it. With a slightly flushed face, he placed a hand on her calf, massaging it softly. The other hand moved to her hip, while his eyes swirled a bit of indigo, green, and a rather prominent violet.
"Come here often?" Johnn spoke in a deeper, huskier tone as he leaned towards her, the red on his cheeks vanished as a small grin formed on his lips.