"Mudling?" He gives Poe a kick under the table. Even though he kinda likes it.

"You can have it. A guy can only handle so much grease in one day." John picks up a napkin, wiping his hands off in that particular way. Between every finger, and knuckle to tip. For a man who has no problem getting his hands dirty on the job or in the field, he's fussy in day to day life.

"Another beer, on the other hand, I could do." A winning grin up at Poe. That's his cue to go get John another one.