"Because I think it would be a crime for me to wrinkle that suit of yours." John murmurs, settling down on the counter with a cup of coffee.
"Ah, you could always come and remove them if you’re so inclined."
Raising an eyebrow and taking another long sip of his drink, John replies, “Please tell me your brother showed up and spiked your morning tea. I’d love to record this.” He grins into his mug.