[John ignores Kain for a moment to roll his eyes and shrug dramatically at the server.] That'll be all then, miss.

[She departs and he turns his attention back to his brusque tablemate.] Good intentions. The road to Hell's paved with them. Though, I'm not sure I could call you being alive a good intention. You're going to get yourself and your partner killed some day soon here, mate.

[He stands abruptly and pulls out enough money to cover the tea along with a nice tip.] Enjoy that. I'll tell the suits upstairs to keep you the Hell away from me for mission assignments. Cheers, eh?

Make sure that girl gets this. [He sets the money down on the table, squares his shoulders and marches away. It's a tactical retreat. Kain isn't budging and John's liable to lose his cool before the tea arrives. There's only so much boneheadedness he can take when it isn't accompanied by true brilliance.]