And without really noticing or thinking about it at all, Jon becomes comfortable. Since nothing comes of it, he entirely forgets not to look Jean-Claude in the face. He strides rather than skulks through the circus. Though he hears the titters about Jean-Claude's mangy new pet, it seems the entire supernatural world Jon comes into contact with fears Jean-Claude too much to offend him by harming his guest.
It feels nice, for once, to be under the protection of a powerful being who actually does protect him. Jon feels - sometimes, almost - safe.
The nickname provokes a familiar scowl. Jon looks the same as always this evening, the conservative librarian: collared shirt, sweater, everything neat and clean and smelling only faintly of cigarette smoke. Jean-Claude has never seen him so much as roll his sleeves up despite the heat. He enters the room and settles himself with the same sense of wary tension that always organizes his movement, noting the portraits with a glance. Though he was notably casual with Jean-Claude, never biting his tongue on sarcasm or irritation, he was only ever really relaxed when he was taking a statement.
"So you're just going to watch me?" There is a short pause as it occurs to Jon that Jean-Claude has been watching him eat for weeks now. He sighs, and amends himself: "I would think you'd be bored with me eating dinner without the usual show."
Really, he's not sure what to say about Jean-Claude's effusiveness for what he had done. Jon had reacted purely out of frustration and instinct. And perhaps he did feel a little defensive of this... situation, Jean-Claude's hospitality. Once could say a lot about Jean-Claude doings but he was far less destructive than most other supernatural creatures.
Or perhaps Jon was just besotted from being fed so richly and so often. Even if Jon was well-aware Jean-Claude was simply using the statements of others to distract from his own.
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It feels nice, for once, to be under the protection of a powerful being who actually does protect him. Jon feels - sometimes, almost - safe.
The nickname provokes a familiar scowl. Jon looks the same as always this evening, the conservative librarian: collared shirt, sweater, everything neat and clean and smelling only faintly of cigarette smoke. Jean-Claude has never seen him so much as roll his sleeves up despite the heat. He enters the room and settles himself with the same sense of wary tension that always organizes his movement, noting the portraits with a glance. Though he was notably casual with Jean-Claude, never biting his tongue on sarcasm or irritation, he was only ever really relaxed when he was taking a statement.
"So you're just going to watch me?" There is a short pause as it occurs to Jon that Jean-Claude has been watching him eat for weeks now. He sighs, and amends himself: "I would think you'd be bored with me eating dinner without the usual show."
Really, he's not sure what to say about Jean-Claude's effusiveness for what he had done. Jon had reacted purely out of frustration and instinct. And perhaps he did feel a little defensive of this... situation, Jean-Claude's hospitality. Once could say a lot about Jean-Claude doings but he was far less destructive than most other supernatural creatures.
Or perhaps Jon was just besotted from being fed so richly and so often. Even if Jon was well-aware Jean-Claude was simply using the statements of others to distract from his own.