Conversely Jon does have the dazed look of someone having just finished a heavy meal. The satiety Jon feels after a live statement is fleeting but potent, and that had indeed been a particularly full statement, richer than he had taken in a long while. And novel; if he were more clear-headed his mind would be buzzing over new information. But for now the urge to lie down and bask in the buoyant, contented fullness is strong.

So he takes a long, belated moment to respond. "Um, g, good," He murmurs, tentative. It's always an adjective he is leery of applying in these situations, but verbal nuance is beyond him at the moment.

He does rouse himself to look at Jason when he speaks again. "... Thank you," He manages with more composure. His eyes flick to Jean-Claude, a subtle inclusion - once again forgetting not to look him in the eyes - and then jerk down as he retrieves the tape recorder to fuss with.