"You do spruce up the room, don't you?" His voice came out in a drawl, about as performative as everything he said, impossible to tell how he truly felt. He did, however, use the tip of his foot to push against John's leg a little, in hopes of making him sway. His hands were in his pockets and he stepped a little to the side again, mostly just so that John would keep having to turn to look at him.

"What tricks do you do? You seem decently well trained." Not by him, obviously, although he was sure he could reconfigure that, should he really want to. People weren't difficult to break, they weren't difficult to rebuild either. "You have decent aim, you have the foolish loyalty, all that, anything else?"

He moved closer, sighing. "I like pets, but mine never last that long."