"Fuck off," John says, a little awkward, because maybe even if he did totally just sort of do that, he isn't the sort to just -- you know. Say it.
But clearly he isn't too bothered -- he nuzzles into Q's touch, closes his eyes and practically fucking purrs over it. "Just making sure I haven't got to share or anything." Which, because John is kind of an idiot when it comes to these matters, is basically his version of asking to date exclusively. If dating is showing up, drinking beer and then having amazing sex. Which it should be.