John's already picking around his somewhat untidy room, finding suitable clothes for himself. He dresses, more or less, makes himself respectable enough; unbidden, he remembers the fact that he was barely wearing his shirt the first time Laurence ever set eyes on him.

"I'll go," he says. "I'll talk to Hardcourt and I'll go by your quarters too, Will. Find out the lay of the land, as it were. Pick up some clothes for you that actually fit." He flashes a quick grin, leaning down to give Julie a sweet kiss on the mouth and then lifting his head to catch Laurence's mouth too, no less sweetly.

Heading for the door, he glances over his shoulder. "You're to make yourselves comfortable, of course."