John makes a little groan of a noise that is very clearly in approval, and not really for any one thing in particular. Even with his head tilted back (eyes closed, because gazing at foreign ceilings isn't as much fun as it sounds like), he sees no reason why he shouldn't just be slipping his shirt off completely -- clearly, Q's waistcoat needs a bit of company.
"No need t'be gentle here," he says, because he's rather forward like that, and he'd rather be vocal about what he likes and get the same in return than be stuck wondering. "We're amongst friends, yeah?"