His transparent attempt to hide his eagerness amuses Jean-Claude, but he doesn't think that pointing it out will be productive. Instead, he's pleased to see Jon loosening his clothes, and settles him more firmly on his lap to reach up and assist him. He kisses the skin as it's revealed, making no distinction between scar and unblemished flesh, and discards first the tie and then the shirt farther down the couch.

"One day, you will tell me of some of these," he says with an almost insufferable confidence, nipping lightly with his blunter teeth at the jagged scar at his throat. Purely as a tease.

Jean-Claude moves next to undoing his pants, belt buckle if there is one, pausing only to suck at his own fingers for a moment so that when he applies his hand to Jon's erection emerging from his clothes it isn't unpleasantly dry. There's an exploratory, testing quality to his ministrations, along his length and then farther back, assessing for reactions with each one of his enhanced senses.

He intends to bite him only when he has a steady mix of pleasure. Jean-Claude appreciates not having to be in control, but he is a master vampire, and his instincts clamor loudly for him to assert himself over his victims. No matter how willing it is for them to be victimized. While he feeds, he plays them the way he likes.