John's always hated coming to you for financial help, not just because he hates the rich, but also because you always seem to be all over him like a rash, or some sort of infectious skin disease.

In fact, the only thing that made you bearable was the fact that it took even less effort than normal to render you starstruck, and you always did what he said. It always gave him a sort of power trip whenever he tugged your metaphorical leash, but he mustn't be too harsh on you, you've always been there for him.

"Luv!" John exclaims, stepping into your living room after picking the lock on the front door, only to be almost bowled over when you hug-tackle him excitedly, babbling like a madman. "Woah, woah, easy there Sweetheart," he chuckles, a somewhat forced smile on his face as he pushes you to arm's length. "There'll be time for me to regale you with my... Adventures later, but first, you need to take a deep breath so you don't pass out from excitement, and then, maybe, lend your favourite magician another loan!"

It kills him, pretending to be happy to see you. It's almost as if you treat him like your own personal court jester or pet magician, but at the same time, he knows it all stems from your adoration of him, and he can't quite blame you for that.