[Oh no worries at all. He's coming with her, arm in her arm, glancing down, trying not to notice how good her hair smells. When you're a mutant freedom fighter, you tend not to end up smelling-- quite that good, even if they do their best to maintain good living conditions. Health is important, when you're fighting for freedom.

Having nice hair is less important. Though you could never tell, from John's handsome coiff.]

'Fun' in terms of color? [he asks when they reach the bar. because there's one being served to another woman right now, aquamarine fading up into a brilliant sky blue.] Or alcohol content? I don't want to pigeonhole you into gender roles at this point. [He smiles at her.] Seems like that wouldn't work in my favor.