The stillness itself doesn't bother Jon but he can feel Jean-Claude's implacable gaze with precision. Fitting for the avatar of the Beholding, he does not particularly like being beheld himself. His own gaze is trained on his hands, gripping the chair as if he might tear it. Social awkwardness rather than caution.

Even gripped with pulse-pounding fear, Jon still has to suppress a scowl at the condescension inherent in Jean-Claude's response. Of course he didn't walk in here expecting to expose himself.

Not answering is really not an option. Jon presses his mouth into a thin line. His voice still shakes when he speaks. He still doesn't trust Jean-Claude won't hurt him, or won't decide to keep him as a new attraction in the circus. "I-it's... complicated. Technically, I feed on, on fear. Er, stories about fear. And pain. And - all that."