[ A normal person would probably flinch, or yell, or evince some degree of alarm: John just makes a noise in his throat, one part intrigue and two parts disbelief. He is, reluctantly, the god of flesh and bone and all things body horror, and this is the wildest shit he's ever seen. ]

Mate, that was insane. [ Approving. ] What are your bones made of?

[ This is a genuine question, he's really asking, they have priorities here. ]

Look— I'll give you the rundown on this place, trade you for another demonstration. Deal?