Claiming, of course, is completely unnecessary considering that although they can't seem to be bothered with labels, John's already admitted he's got no intention of sleeping with anyone else. That he likes Q. A lot. Enough to worry over his work and eating habits.
"Yeah," he says, tone rough, interested. Dreams all but forgotten because Q's lips offer more.
But he doesn't really move either, beyond wriggling enough to grind his hips upward, it's a meeting halfway sort of motion, really.