Jon grimaces, knowing Jean-Claude is right about his chances if he runs. He does not sit down yet, instead gripping the back of the chair to try and suppress his trembling.

Two years would be considered 'new' by vampire standards, but Jon had mostly stopped accidentally compelling people at this point. Whether it was the presence of so much of the Eye's preferred fare in one place or some effect of Jean-Claude himself effecting Jon's self-control, he couldn't yet say. "I-I, um, I don't usually... Do that." He manages weakly.