There's an instinctive flinch as Jean-Claude moves, with Jon simultaneously gripping the back of the chair harder and taking a step back.

Jon's dark skin doesn't show a flush very easily, but it's obvious from his expression that Jean-Claude's remark landed exactly how he wanted. Jon swallows and looks away, muttering. "R, right. Th, thank you for your... restraint." He can't help but sound a little sarcastic about it; Jon was well-aware of what he looked like.