"Whatever," John says, because he's pretty sure he stopped paying attention the second he dipped his fingers into the other man. And he's concentrating -- all bright eyes and mouth pressed into a thin sort of line.
It's efficient, but only because Q started it, and after a moment more John shakes his head, bites Q's bottom lip and doesn't give much of a proper warning when he replaces fingers with something a little more pointed. (That's a bad pun, and he isn't sorry. Also, Q better not need warning after all this.)