It's enough to make John squirm, just a little. Anticipatory, or something.
That's the plan, he wants to say, but thinks it a little too needy, a little too telling. Neither of those things suit him, and so instead he grins. "Shame for anyone else, innit." His mission for undoing all those little buttons is back in action, and John has no fucking clue what movie Q stuck in for them to watch, probably never will.