John can't help but laugh at Jim's words, raising his eyebrows in return.

"Oh, well. That's a relief then, Captain. I think we both understand that pretty men are hardly to my taste, after all." He flashes a smirk at the other man, perfectly content to leave his flirtation there, although the honesty curse of course compels him to elaborate, "Give me a handsome challenge to any pretty macaroni that should fall into my lap. Should we discover ourselves near I have always found there is much more pleasure in the chase."

The words are out of his mouth before he realizes just exactly what he's said, and it's perhaps far more forward a thought than he would ever admit, certainly without a drink. John cannot help but raise a hand to cover his mouth after the fact, uttering out a soft, "Jesus."