He smiles as John wraps his arms around him, leaning into the other man's chest as he pops the rest of the chip into his mouth. No, he can't see the expression on the other man's face, but he hopes it's as playful as the other man's words suggest. He much prefers this flirtatious banter over the way John had looked at him before -- or the way he'd held him at gunpoint, for that matter. Though he has to say, he wouldn't mind it if the rough handling were to continue, if perhaps in a different context...

"I'm certainly thinking about it," he replies. Plucking another chip out of the carton and waving it in the general vicinity of John's mouth. "Especially if you're going to keep complimenting me like that. How can I resist?"