Snorting out a laugh, John only nips a little higher. "Yeah, mate, you do just that. God save th' Queen." He'll just leave Q with that thought though, because really, it's gone ridiculous and that isn't shocking considering present company and all, but he'd really just rather put his mouth to better use.
So he does.
John likes to think he's pretty good at this -- he's done it enough over the years to have figured out that there's a spit to suction ratio, and that he can do some pretty amazing things with his tongue. Really, its all about well timed twisting. Hopefully Q won't have to think on the Queen for too long.