John doesn't bother with an answer, not right now -- because he'd rather show than tell on the best of days -- at least in this sort of scenario. Another kiss or ten is offered along with a stroke that's too slow on purpose because John? A little wicked. He's aware, thanks.
"There's just no time for talking, now," he tells Q, before scooting back, settling himself in the space between Q's legs and leaning down enough to bite at his thigh.