Scott nods, once, and walks silently out from behind the bar. One hand stays in contact with wood, his stride's slow and easy - just this side of a prowl.
"Yes," he says, as he comes around the end and heads for John. "You are. I can even guess why. It's all right within reason - you are beautiful when you're wild - but don't forget where the line is."
Because if he has to make John business, they're both going to walk away unhappy. If they both walk away, at all. He doesn't want that.