[oh, if only he knew. His grin would be wider yet, he'd be laughing and pressing on until John socked him in the eye or burned something again. Yes, it'd feel like a victory, and even the parts where he submitted to John would be entirely ignored in favor of proclaiming he'd finally gotten what he wanted.

Alas, he has no idea.]

Well, no one forced you to leave the room. Unless I did. But why would I do that? I'm sure drunk-me loves your company too, Johnny.

[he snaps his fingers and points back at him.]

Oh, right - I met this guy at the bar. Jon with no 'h'.