Martin giggles at John's wry reproach, softening into a contented hum when John nuzzles against him all cat-like.

"Hullo there," he says, before awkwardly scooting down to get more on an even level with John. Sweet as this configuration is, Martin wants to look into his eyes, wants to kiss him some more. Might want all sorts of things, if he lets his mind wander.

Re-situated, he smiles softly and presses in to kiss him once more, gentle and affectionate. "Hello," he says again, whispered between breaths.