When she puts it that way, he's happy to eat.


As her opinion is the only one that matters, John is glad she doesn't find the swim trunks *too* boring. He leans a bit into her when she pulls the kiss away so quickly. "Yeah? I don't think I've gone swimming in years," he confesses.

He reaches down to take her hand, fingers twining with hers then brings her hand up to his lips. "I would be well and truly lost, Darlin'," he assures her as he walks backwards toward the pool entrance, taking a step down into the shallow (here), warm water.