"Yes," John breathed out. Interesting. He has been all over the commercial districts of the city, ever since he shed his hand-tailored Givenchy and found jeans, sweaters, and a decent bomber jacket were just as effective a disguise. He's weaved his way in and out of half of the establishments the Port has to offer, and no matter how out of place he's been, eyes just passed over him. Even the eyes of corporate bouncers.

The inkling of an idea has been growing in the back of John's mind for some time now. Dresden's keen gaze skipping over him feeds it more. Very interesting. But also... unsettling. Unasked for. Some minute violation felt down to his bones. It's hard not to show his discontent on his face, especially when he's so off his game.

"You look ready for war, Warden. Did I worry you?" He aims for smug, aloof, but he just sounds tired to his own ears. Too little sleep during a night full of loud, violent sounds.