~<em>John, talking with Wednesday though observing everything else that is going on</em>~<br/><br/>John (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hivVNZt_eVs/RzMpnjyMtrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/S2eXJlSKl6Q/s320/JamesHydeThumb.jpg) had been talking to Wednesday for a while, though at the same time keeping a watchful eye at Splinter and the other kid. There was something there already from the start. Something that John didn't like. Heat, want, passion. And it didn't take long before it was confirmed as he saw Splinter step up and kiss the boy heatedly. A low growl unheard by anyone as he saw this. He tried to focus on his conversation, but was more interested in what was happening between Splinter and Saki.<br/><br/>He ran his hand through his hair and fixed his blazer, even though it rested perfectly over his well trained body. Anything to try and keep himself calm. Though as Saki had crawled up into Splinter's lap and the heat and passion had grown he had almost broken off the conversation to head over there. But then Splinter had risen up and he had gotten a crooked smile over his face. Though he watchfully kept his eyes on the both of them.<br/><br/>Less and less he was focusing on the conversation he had, fading everyone around him out as he watched Splinter. Knowing that the boy would be able to feel his gaze and he wasn't disappointed when Splinter looked up at him only moments later. John had crossed his arms over his chest, disapproval written all over his face, along with anger and frustration. He seemed to relax a little as Saki arose from his chair and began to leave, growling as the boy returned to kiss Splinter on the lips again. But he knew Saki only did that to piss him off and he tried to get his composure back as Saki walked passed him licking his lips and grinning at him.<br/><br/>John's facial expression told Saki nothing as he simply nodded. "Did he taste good, brat?" The name seemed fitting, the kid was much younger then him and anyway he didn't know his name. He didn't really wait for an answer as he excused himself from the conversation with Wednesday. Giving him a smile before he left. "Surely you'll make sure that me and Splinter shares a room, if that's possible." He patted Wednesday on the shoulder and then with quick and decisive steps headed over towards Splinter. Locking eyes with him from across the room. Splinter was sure to know he was in for trouble tonight, even before John reached the table were he sat.