John's can rang a satisfying metallic donk against Feferi's, and then he turned thoughtful, a hand on his chin.

"Sure, that seems about right," he said, his eyes straying to dip a glance at her legs. He wasn't so great at hiding it, and he pushed his glasses up with a fingertip in the moment afterward, hiding his eyes.
"I mean, the bottle spin, right? I remember you."
Feferi's enthusiasm had certainly left an impression for days afterward.
"You're really... good." he managed.