The corners of his lips twitches up in something like a smile when he notes the tone in John's voice, and not for the first time he's struck by the thought that perhaps the human and him aren't so different as either of them might think.

The warmth under his palm does make his hunger stir, like a slight ache in anticipation. It's a simple physical reaction, but he's no mere youngling who would feel compelled to act on it. And, far overshadowing the hunger, is that John isn't only allowing this touch but is actually enjoying it, despite the fact that this hand in this exact place has caused him a great deal of pain in the past. Complete trust. "Do tell," he simply invites in reply, letting his hand stay right where it is.