It is the variance between them, and how they compliment each other. John is fine in a fight, but his strength is handling people. Getting them to follow his lead with either honey or a gun to the head. It's an artform, carefully learned and honed, and not one John is used to having turned on himself. Dresden has learned a few things since throwing in his lot with Winter.

There is so much boldness in Harry's hands, John stiffens at the touch against his sides, where there is still trim muscle, but also a little softness, the sort that no amount of time in the gym will wear away. He puffs out a little laugh. "Cold fingers. Should've guessed. Perhaps you need warming as well, Sir Knight?" He is most definitely volunteering.

"My, you are learning some new tricks," John murmurs. He goes willingly, letting Harry... it isn't smelling him. It's like John is oxygen and Harry needs air. It's a very alien, strange action, but not unsettlingly so. "It's said the letter kills while the spirit gives life... Out to prove them wrong?"

John's hands come up to touch Harry's shoulders lightly. He's restrained himself, if only because Harry seems to be enjoying having the power right now, and being taken care of is rather nice, especially by someone who could take advantage like the Winter Knight. John is enthralled by that turnabout.

Pants, socks, and shoes are left. Even being bare from the waist up make him feel so very open. "I wonder if this is what a Christmas gift feels like. I would've worn a bow somewhere suggestive if I'd seen this coming." It's difficult to just stand there and leave his arms at his sides, but he'll not take away something Harry is having so much fun with.