"Mmmh," John sighs, rubbing his hand down Thor's thigh, tilting his head back and slumping a little lower into the water. His hand will have to move a little further back and a little to the side to really feel it up but right now he seems to be more in the mood for teasing and splashing around.

"How about I gaze into my crystal ball and make a wild guess 'bout the uh... buoyancy of yer sausage?" Because he's quite certain that it's pretty fucking 'buoyant' at the moment.