"Old Henry only gives a fuck about my job of choice cause he doesn't like magic, mate. Isn't more to it than that." He waved the concern off with a flick of his wrist. "Started when I was fourteen, now, do you think he started when he was younger than that?"

A semi-serious question.

John gave a low chuckle around his cigarette at that. He pulled it from his lips to exhale, tilting his head back against he window behind him. If only it was that easy in Mathias. Oh, sure. A hook up was easy. Dealing with the bloody drama when there was only twenty people around him?

Not his style.

He'd rather ah, kiss, fuck, then leave the next morning. If this was the casual sort of thing.

"Requires the handcuffs, mate. And, unless you've been holding out on me? I don't see a pair in your trousers." John tapped his cigarette with one finger. "Besides, I wouldn't want you to sick Old Henry on me if the performance wasn't up to your standards."