"It's not that simple," Jon snaps, confusion now making him more irritated than afraid. Is this Jean-Claude trying to collect him after all? Seduce him, so to speak, with an endless buffet? And if Jon refuses the nice offer... Perhaps Jon would see first hand what his voice could do. His laugh alone thrums against Jon's spine as if it were a plucked chord.

"Wh, when I take a statement directly from a subject, I. Feel it. And so do they. All of it, all over again. It's not pleasant." For the subject. For Jon, it is an all-too fleeting respite from hunger and pain and uncertainty.