It's getting steadily harder to remain unflappable in the face of Martin's incredulous stammering, and the worst part is that John isn't quite sure if losing his own composure would result in flustered indignation or amusement. The former would be the better option, without question, but the latter is... more of a threat than John ever would have anticipated. Something about the nostalgic pleasure of seeing Martin like this and the entertaining pitches he's hitting.

Christ, John, get ahold of yourself.

"Victimless crime," he insists. "Someone had to win it, so it might as well have been me. And obviously I'm too conspicuous to just go about collecting multiple winning lotto tickets, so..." he shrugs.