[ John considers the wizard on his floor for a moment, thinking about height differences and how he'd much prefer easier eye contact. Nathan would call it an unhealthy obsession, how much John goes out of his way to lock eyes with Dresden like a right of conquest. Luckily, Nathan isn't here to stop John from being ridiculous.

He slides off his suit jacket, slings it along the back of a chair, then slides to the ground in an almost conspicuously graceful manner. His legs fold into a loose lotus, and he resumes tucking into his bame. ]

I didn't ask, but if you say so. [ John's lips twitch. The wizard doth protest so very loudly. ] Thank you for the excuse. Without your interruption, I was due for a financial briefing. [ A wince. ]