'John'. Just 'John.'

Bobby arched an eyebrow as John just looked at him for a moment. He was about to ask if he had something on his face or something when the moment ended and John grinned, moving around to take care of his bags. "Yes, sir," he said with a chuckle, climbing into the car and glancing around to make sure no one was paying them any particular attention before he held his hands out, cooling the car's interior with a miniature flurry of frost that swirled and eddied throughout for a few moments.