Wh- just what goes through that head of yours? I guess self-pity isn't so effective with you, little wolf.

[ She's relentless in her pursuit of knowledge. Admirable, really, but John feels woefully inadequate to instruct her on most things that she questions him about. Just how many of these conversations have they had so far, and will be expected to have in the future? There's only so much he can try to explain, and he's not going to bullshit his way into appearing smarter than he is.

The worst are the ones where she straight up inquires about him. His life, his experiences. John has spent the entirety of his life keeping his life as private as possible, but a single stare into those eyes, filled to the brim with willpower, and he can't help to share things he wouldn't with anyone else. ]

Technically I was dead drunk the first time, so I don't remember. The first I do remember, though, was quite awkward. Took me some tries to get the hand of it. There's...saliva, teeth and then there's the tongue to work with.

[ He sighs, clearly exasperated. ]

Normally I'd say "it's better if I just show you" but...this isn't me trying to teach you self-defense.