Jon barely manages not to sigh in relief as Jean-Claude begins to speak. After weeks of stale and meager statements, Jean-Claude is like wine on an empty stomach. Distantly, Jon wonders if Jean-Claude's voice is somehow intensifying the normal effect statements have on him, or if it is simply the richness of his histyory. The aching hunger that scrapes against Jon's bones fades, replaced with a sense of completeness.

Jon knows that it is a lie, that the Eye would hollow him out if he let it. But he has never felt as alive as he does when he is satisfying the inquisitive nature that the Eye had found in him, cultivated in him.

Jon's gaze drifts upward, meeting Jean-Claude's gaze full on. Visually, there is no change in Jon beyond the sudden release of tension. Yet there is certainly a difference. His dark eyes seem somehow more vivid, deeper. His voice, too takes on a different quality when he speaks, his tone is soft and inviting. "Tell me more about your sire and your turning."