"I, I should be thanking you as well." Jon's thinking of Jean-Claude's offer, of course, but he is too scattered to think to explain himself. He feels dazed and fluttery, his paranoia turned inside out: it breaks through his pleasant sense of well-being only sporadically, quickly subsumed.

The moment Jean-Claude offers a statement Jon wants it. He's paralyzed for a moment struggling with if he should have it. There was danger in gorging himself; Becoming complacent would allow the Eye to gain an even greater hold on him.

But he was fascinated by the idea of being touched while, well. Feeding. It certainly seemed to enhance Jean-Claude's meals.

"J-just, um, a short one," Jon says. "If that's alright? I do tend to get a bit, er... out of it."