[ He stands and walks around the table to put the kettle back on the counter. He doesn't have to try it out - it'll work. He thinks over John's question, carefully posed and soft, despite his initial annoyance at Khan's answer (he noticed, of course, how could he not). He's a proud man, is John, and the fact that he keeps trying to re-connect, even when Khan's given him very little reason to do so, is... pleasing. He likes it. He likes it quite a bit.

Consequently, he straightens slightly and turns to face him. There's about a feet of distance between them and in a brief flash of memory, he thinks about the hardness of John's body, the solid weight of him, the heat. When he speaks, his voice is low and even, almost devoid of emotion. ]

I have. The ones who raised me found the study of war imperative. [ His tone gentles almost imperceptibly. ] But not for years. There'll be lots of exhibitions I've never seen. [ The shadows of a smile. ] It's a good suggestion.

[ He brushes past John to stand by the window, looking out. His gaze is calm, mostly contemplative. It's status quo at the moment back home and for once, he's not actually here to counter something terrible or rage-inducing. Interesting, actually, that John should choose this day, in particular, to suggest something so different from their usual raison d'être. This trans-dimensional travel really is a curious thing. ]