John was still a bit thrown by Venom's odd speaking pattern, but it was almost rhythmic. Very appealing, in spite of or perhaps enhanced by his ferocious appearance.
"People adapt as time and circumstance change," he shrugged, then smiled, resisting the urge to grab the wagging tongue like one would snag a cat's lashing tail. He resisted, though, as he imagined it would probably result in Venom hitting him out of anger or biting him if he happened to taste good.
"Show me, then, if you're willing. I'm always game for self improvement," he grinned.