John snorts as well. "S'pose they would. He's very emo boy band. Don't suppose he sings and plays guitar?" There's a smirk, but he lets that fall away as he dries himself briskly, as well. The doctor steps out into the main room and checks that it's still clear on instinct before heading over to his duffle and pulling out some more casual clothes.

He pauses and glances toward Gladio, considering if he does want to have the man for another round before they leave off. He hasn't actually brought the much in the way of clothing, so mucking up another set is on his mind if Gladio's just going to grab him and get him going. They'd been teasing each other enough in that shower, and John certainly doesn't have any other outstanding obligations.

"D'you have condoms, by the way?" It's asked much to casually to be casual, as he fetches his folded suit from the bed. "And, um... can we send out for a cleaning service or is there a dry cleaner nearby? This is my only suit. If I have to attend any sort of meetings or whatever, I should probably at least get my shirt and trousers cleaned."