John turns into the kiss last second, stealing one straight on the lips. It's chaste, but reassuring and sappy the way he seems to like it, god save him. "Mm," he agrees, nearly cheered at that. "My stupid genius, then. I wouldn't forget."
He pokes at his food, eats a noodle or three before setting it aside and going for the drink. "I'm this likeā¦ fuck, it's ridiculous. Nearly a damn magician or something. Except I don't seem so keen on doing anything so impressive like you'd think, just wandering about making deals and pissing everyone off." Which, okay, that part didn't bother him. Seems fairly normal, really.