"You would," John mutters in response. He's awake enough to be aware of how absurd a turn the conversation is taking, but not nearly awake enough to care. Especially not when Martin leans in to kiss him again, lingering this time. John's hand stills for a moment, his focus centered on the soft press of Martin's lips against his own. Then the kiss breaks, and John shifts subtly, tipping down his chin to rest his forehead against Martin's.

"Could have a lie-in," he muses, his hand resuming its idle exploration, sliding over the curve of Martin's waist. He doesn't make the suggestion with any significant hope of being indulged — he knows Martin is an early riser by inclination as much as habit — but part of what makes the idea so enticing is its rarity. "It'd be fun," he tries anyway, gently nudging Martin's nose with his own.