John doesn't suppose that she does, for that matter. Or else she would not have asked. It puts him, all of them to some degree, in rather an awkward position.

"I am glad to hear it," he replies, reaching to take a sip of his tea, as much to give his hands something to do as anything. "Your friendship, both of yours, it does mean a great deal to me here. Yours in particular my dear, for you and I, we are -- of an understanding, shall I say."

He raises his teacup to her and flashes the briefest of smiles. A very proper British salute, before he sets his cup down once more. Keeping his eyes fixed on it for a moment longer before he continues on, doggedly.

"Yet now that I have thus bared myself to you, I would ask your honesty in return."

He fixes her a markedly direct eye. "Knowing all that I have told you, do you enjoy my company still?"