"No, I enjoy thrillers and horror more than the alternative." Jon admits, and realizes after a moment Martin was letting him take the lead of where they wandered. He considers it, he didn't really want to head back to his house just yet but it was getting late enough they shouldn't just wander aimlessly. He settles on a longer route home, one that skirted the local park and was generally a little too spooky woods for most people. Jon prefers the quiet, especially when he'd rather not deal with people interrupting whatever the hell this was.

Then, after another moment, he realizes 'next time' promised this would happen again. That shouldn't be surprising, they were friends according to Martin, but he still is glad to hear it despite himself. "Next time I'll get the tickets." He tries to sound casual and probably fails.