"Land of the Giants, Cybertron." So being a dragon wasn't much of a step up for Skyfire, then. John couldn't help the small prickle of envy he felt at this information. It was the envy of a man whose girlfriends all neglected to wear high heels for fear of making him look even shorter. It didn't help that Sherlock Bloody Holmes and half of London's finest seemed to top out around six feet.

"I'll take whatever you're having. Ta!" He felt like a bit of a leech just suddenly taking charity like this, but his wallet had been in his trousers... and those appeared to have gone missing in his transition here. The waiter - there was a pony in a bow tie and it shouldn't have been funny, but it was hilarious - hopped off to fetch their order. John just sat back and looked up at Skyfire.

"You're taking all of this very well, it must be said." Focusing on the dragon lets him not focus on himself. That is preferable at the moment.