John was on the way to some more... poor behavior until he stopped dead in his tracks. The Dragoon didn't have long to think but he did so fast. He was being disciplined. The Varangoi spun around with an exaggerated textbook salute and a stern face of obedience. "Yeeeees-Sah!" he barked, staring just above the ridge of the officer's nose - or rather a few metres behind it, otherwise impassive. "Permission to discipline self, Sah!" he barked again. If the new recruits weren't going to make themselves battle ready, at least he'd do so. He barely saved his hide last time, might as well insure this engagement would only be better for him.