John had dealt with Finch's mild and quiet disappointment well enough -- and completely ignored it, too -- so he thinks he could have dealt with British disappointment if he'd deserved it. Once he has his fresh drink in hand, he turns to lean beside Peggy, watching the people she'd wanted to attend. They're an eclectic group, which isn't terribly surprising.

"I'm glad you're pleased," he says easily. "But now I want to know if you're going to beat me at a game of pool."

Pool is one of those things John is good at because of his father, but he's willing to bet there's a good chance Peggy is better. She's exceptionally good at a number of things he wouldn't necessarily have expected and he'd like to play a game with her, see how well they may be matched.