Not even Jon's tongue is fully intact: there is a rough patch of scar tissue on both the top and the bottom. But the small cut heals instantly, yielding only that small drop.

"That ah, that might be a real concern..." Jon says faintly, echoing Jean-Claude's own thoughts. He moves his own tongue in his mouth, feeling for the cut that is no longer there. Then he swallows, using the table to push himself up. He's uncomfortably aware of how stuffy his own clothes feel, stiff clothe brushing and pressing against his hot, sensitive skin as he moves. "Right then."