John sits up on his elbows a bit, looking down to Attio's legs as he sits on his thighs. He perks "How?..." He mhhrs slightly to the rub, though he catches a bit of a bad feeling off of it. When he hears Attio say this, he swallows hards somewhat, looking down to his legs again as he smells the newer scent, gasping a bit as Attio's fem. sex glides across the fur of his legs, he starts to breathe a bit harder, a soft wimper mixed with a softer mhhr "Wh-what do you mean?..." He had a perfect idea, but he thought he may just be jumping to conclusions.