Martin blinks at him, a little bemused at his rather archaic turns of phrase, though that isn't enough to stop the blush that colors his cheeks at the way John looks at him. The playfulness of his frown, the look in his eyes. His own eyes dart away quickly, his lips curling up in a warm smile as he takes another sip.

"Mr. Sims," he says, lightly scandalized. "Giving up our integrity so easily?" He leans over ever so slightly, nudging John with his shoulder. "Just what kind of man do you think I am?"