...I don't think I have any other rules. Though you should keep talking.

[The edge of his mouth moves upward - a momentary smirk.]

You don't want me to fall asleep while doing this either, do you?

[Just imagine, just a line straight down John's face and onto his clothes from a dropped brush held by a narcoleptic face painter. A funny mental image, though probably not one John would be happy about.]