Jon's utensils clatter as he looks up at Jean-Claude, exasperated.

"I'm certain you could have managed slightly more polite than that."

But it's not a question Jon can resist. He continues to scowl, but it's abstracted.

"No, not for awhile. At some point, I will be... more of what I am," He gestures to the food in front of him, "- For instance I can still eat 'like' a human, and I only have the standard number of eyes for a human - but I passed the midway point some time ago."