"Oh, I think you could manage," John smirked--then changed his accent. "Those big strapping Southern shoulders? Ma would be thrilled!"

Alright, enough of that. He could make fun Americans more later.

"Oh, right. I need to run to do my bloody hair." John scoffed and flashed the light back at Raylan's face for that. Good to know they could do a bit of flirting and cause no harm. "The house I've ah, decided could use a few people living in it, has one too. And, between you and me, mate?"

John leaned close to him then with a grin on his face. "I don't think the neighbors are going to file a complaint."