John just looked at the other man, who in the cramped small-town tavern stuck out like a sore thumb with his black robe and pointy hat, and raised one of his brows. Rodney rolled his eyes. "Rodney McKay. Do I get your name, or would that obliterate the baffling veil of mystery you shroud yourself in?"
- Part 1 of High Stakes
John loves flying.
- Part 2 of High Stakes
John really did have Lancre in his blood. For some people, that alone was proof enough that he belonged to them.
- Part 3 of High Stakes