He takes the bottle back from him and takes another sip from it, contemplating the idea of it as he watches John subtly sniff at himself. His lips quirking slightly at the frown on his face as he does.

"No, I don't suppose that they are," he agrees. He vaguely remembers the pool, but he's never been very fond of large bodies of water, and he has to wonder just how big it is. How deep. Swimming...

"You'd come too then, yeah?" he asks. Hoping he doesn't sound too apprehensive about the idea. He hadn't really remembered the pool until John mentioned it. He still doesn't, really. It's all a bit of a blur.