"I wouldn't know," Jon says dryly, missing the compliment entirely. Normally he'd leave it at that but Jean-Claude was asking, and it only seemed fair - Jon may not have gotten exactly what he wanted out of Jean-Claude, but the man had given him a lot. "I've never kept up much of a social life, particularly not since I graduated."

Since Jean-Claude wasn't eating, Jon supposes he can go ahead and start. Between the smoking and the arcane influence of his unfathomable god his sense of taste and smell weren't much these days, but he could still appreciate a warm meal.

It feels just as awkward to be eating and conscious in front of Jean-Claude as Jon suspected. Jon swallows the urge to distract the conversation to ask about the paintings. "Er, but if there's anything you want to know you can, ah, certainly ask."