"Of course she didn't. I bet she loved it." Simon muttered resentfully, although it became fairly apparent that it was difficult to feel all that resentful while in the presence of someone who was in the process of slowly inhaling your arm. There was something strangely intimate and really quite flattering about John's continued dedication to his scent, and Simon found himself watching the other man intently even as the action transferred into a rather obvious attention to his neck.
It probably occurred to Simon that this situation was somewhat odd a little while before John caught himself and backed off, he was however, in the pleasant position of not caring even remotely until his comrade actively pointed out that these were the attentions of a hungry stomach rather than any true affection. The moment the idea was planted however, Simon felt the cloud of resentment that had been briefly chased away re-settle on him. He snatched the glass from the table and gave the man a bitter little smile, "Well, then let me quench your thirst. It would wound me to think that any of your whims should go unserviced in my presence."
This said, he stalked over to the punch bowl, elbowing revelers out of the way so he could refill both glasses with the drink, before moving to return to John.