"Oh, yeah." John chuckles, reaches across and taps ash off his cigarette into an old saucer kept on the nightstand purely for that purpose. "You and me both, baby. I'm not the domestic type."
Not to say he never was, but, hey. Times change. People change. "You heard anything new around you can feed back up the line?"
He wouldn't usually be so direct, but he's not awake enough for verbal dancing.