"Mm," John says, and he's pretty sure he's agreeing - but not positive. In any case, he does as he's asked, slowly slipping a third finger into the brunet. Now he doesn't regret all that mess of lube at all. Happy accidents are the best kind, anyway. He likes how eager Q is -- likes the promise on his lips and the taste of him in general. "Okay," he mutters out between kisses, but can't for the life of him figure out why he's said it now that it's out there.