Jon once again fails to notice the attractive werewolf making a spectacle of himself. He's watching Jean-Claude instead, brow furrowed in thought. How long would Jean-Claude play the gracious host before his invitations started becoming more insistent, and then stopped being invitations at all?

He needed to think.

"I've, er, taken enough of your time today." As he stands, he fidgets with strap of his bag, adjusting some invisible imperfection in how it hangs. "Um, I'm available at... whatever hour is convenient, for our next meeting." Jon barely slept at all these days which was at least occasionally convenient.