John scratched his eyebrow and waited for people to stop looking. It was a good thing he was not easily embarrassed. He kept his head tucked and monitored them below his eyebrows. Then he answered, "I am many things, but I have never," he pointed a finger at his friend, "Ever stooped so low as to what you're implying. Also, I think there's a flaw in your logic, as that would be very messy."
Suddenly, his red drink was less appealing. He scowled and poured it in a potted plant.
He sighed and slung an arm around Simon's shoulders. "Your temper is a thing to be reckoned with. Do you know, I like it? Well, I like you, really. All of you." He planted a noisy kiss on Simon's cheek and tousled his hair.