John does his best to shrug out of his jacket, which he supposes will need to be out of the way in order for Mr Fell to get a better look at his arm. Easier said than done, but he does well enough, folding it over his lap as he takes a seat before him.

Reaching for the cuff of his shirt, he glances aside at Crowley before flashing the other man a somewhat sheepish smile. Yes, he supposes they are familiar enough with each other for it to be obvious enough that they hadn't just met now. Which is to say, not overly familiar, but certainly familiar enough.

"I believe that we met on the same evening that I met you, sir," he says, as he rolls up his sleeve to expose a somewhat haphazardly applied bandage wrapped around his forearm. "At the palace ball."