Decision made, Jean-Claude doesn't hesitate. He takes Jon's hand, the ardeur transmitting with the contact, an abrupt wave of lust and desire seeping into every inch of skin. Maintaining his grasp on his hand, he stands from his seat and comes around the corner of the table, raising Jon's hand to his lips.

He presses a kiss to the back of his hand, then turns it over and keeps going directly on the scarred tissue on his palm without pause, slow deliberate presses of his lips. Jean-Claude doesn't do things by halves; if they're going to sexually satisfy each other, he will make it as pleasurable as possible.

"Did you know, I have a particular attraction to survivors," he murmurs against his skin, propping his hip against the dining table to steady himself. "You make these comments as if you think it would be a hardship for me, but there is nothing further from the truth."