He almost asks him for a few minutes more, but then his stomach lets out a reedy grumble, and he laughs again instead, giving John a firm, playful pat on the wrist.

"Yes, we should sort that out sooner than later," he hums, and twists a little so he can press a kiss to John's jaw, before he goes to wriggle out of John's lap and back to his feet. "I suppose."