Jean-Claude is not a masochist, or a sadist, but he has enjoyed time with both and he also knows that an edge of pain is frequently an enhancement to pleasure even for those that aren't. Aside from which, the ardeur is being patient for now because Jean-Claude is experienced at riding it, but it would not remain that way. It would build to a crescendo, and quickly, and Jean-Claude had wanted to know what he had permission to do before it got to that point and choice was removed from them.

It's not quite intentional, but it always happens eventually when deeply kissing a vampire -- Jon's tongue scrapes across one of Jean-Claude's fangs and nicks a drop of blood. Tongues heal quickly, Jean-Claude knows from experience, so this won't last long. Just enough for a very brief taste. Despite himself, he makes a low, involuntary noise, breaking off the kiss and leaning back with an exhale without an accompanying inhale. A strange, unique kind of power, the taste enough to give just a hint of... something more that he cannot place yet. Almost like - attention. It's heady.

"A fine liquer indeed," he murmurs. "I could easily get drunk on you." Something he'll have to be careful about in this first encounter, if he wants to do it again, as Jon had implied.

Sliding his hand down from his jaw to the crux of his neck and shoulder, Jean-Claude lets it rest there passively, saying, "You wished to feel me, did you not? Come with me to the couch, and finish undressing me."