Maybe. [John's eyes skim over the selection with blatant disinterest. He'd rather be sinking his teeth and pulling these off someone else than strutting around showing off his scars.]

Maybe not. I'll be in the first suite. Come over when you actually want a good time. [He steps in close until Tony can feel his breath against the shell of his ear when he talks, low and soft just barely loud enough to be heard over the background music.]

I know what you're craving for, pet.