"Oh as long as every conversation you want with me isn't five hundred bloody questions in one go, mate." John glances over his shoulder at Coulson. There's a bit of a sigh but he nods along. Go on, Coulson. Ask your questions before he changes his mind.

There's a nod. "Oh, sure. The more the merrier. Might even have a bit more of an even ground with whatever it is we might find."