"There you go," he says like he enjoys the idea of that when it really probably has nothing to do with Zari's choice of footwear. He lets her feet go back into the water, both hands tracing up the back of her calves as he stands on his knees to stretch his legs, folding them underneath his seat to keep them from locking up. He blinks up at her with an impossibly warm look of his own, caught between a laugh and knowing she isn't entirely kidding either. "Well, my name is pretty iconic as well, if you'll remember."

He lifts both eyebrows before suddenly hugging her legs and pillowing his head in her lap, on the edge of her skirt. John lets out a sigh, closing his eyes as the sound comes back to him acoustically across the tile.

"Johnny Tarazi, hmm? A little porno if you ask me, but it's a jumping off point." As is, apparently, this mess of a conversation.