John cannot help his surprise at the hug, Jim's hand on his face, the lingering feeling of his lips against his cheek. Nor can he help what is certain to be a somewhat stunned look on his face in return, if only for the briefest of moments, before he does his best to pull himself together again.

"No," he replies, somewhat breathlessly, though in his defense, he has a right. "I don't suppose that anyone will. Not in this place. Although the other party will have to be agreeable in the matter."

He raises his eyebrows at the other man. "Wherein lies the rub."