John smiles affably.

"Will do, doc," he says, with all his Southern charm.

Just then, he can hear Aeryn's voice cutting through the room. It's not overly loud, but there's no mistaking the fierce, firm 'No!', followed by the sound of scuffling. John's on his feet in an instant, eyes darting over to where she currently has Bones in a hold.

"Dammit, I take my eyes off of her for one second," he mutters.