"Getting down to business, are we then?" John murmurs, which of course is accompanied by a characteristic smirk. And for the record, he's definitely not objecting, going so far as to start stroking himself, now that it's more accessible, so to speak.

When the supplies materialize in Bob's hand, he blinks, lifting an eyebrow. "Been 'olding out on me, 'ave yeh squire?" That being the sort of trick he would do, being a wizard and all. Although not generally when it came to sexual necessities.

"So then, got a preference for which tallywacker you're gonna put that on?" For his own part, John can just as happily plow or be plowed, managing to look accommodating in both respects.