He's not expecting the easy thanks, and it makes him more gracious, some of Jean-Claude's instinctive and natural seduction giving way again to a coarser appreciation.
"Bon, un digestif," he agrees easily, already casting his mind through his catalog of horrifying incidents and putting aside the more personal ones. Serving a rich dessert would not be in the spirit of the request, and it aligns with his automatic preference to keep such things to himself. And he can well imagine, can see already, that this is quite an experience for Jonathan, and perhaps he has never fed in this context at all. How unfortunate that seems to Jean-Claude, who vastly prefers careful, intimate feeding with close partners.
The water is warm enough now that he pulls the tab to close the drain, and he rises to set towels out with one last caress to Jon's hand, uncaring of his nudity.
He doesn't want to ruin the mood, but Jean-Claude's thoughts are always dancing back and forth between his plots, and he has so many things he wants to ask Jon in this more forthcoming atmosphere between them. He selects a comment he thinks will walk this line.
Pleasantly, he comments, "As it happens, one of the rules of being under my protection is that I will ensure you have consensual subjects to feed from, even if that means myself. And I will ensure you do so... safely. You may have noticed this rule already." This is paired with punishment if he feeds without consent or in a way that draws them negative public attention, and Jean-Claude hardly makes an offer of himself to just anyone, but that is not a hardship in this case.
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"Bon, un digestif," he agrees easily, already casting his mind through his catalog of horrifying incidents and putting aside the more personal ones. Serving a rich dessert would not be in the spirit of the request, and it aligns with his automatic preference to keep such things to himself. And he can well imagine, can see already, that this is quite an experience for Jonathan, and perhaps he has never fed in this context at all. How unfortunate that seems to Jean-Claude, who vastly prefers careful, intimate feeding with close partners.
The water is warm enough now that he pulls the tab to close the drain, and he rises to set towels out with one last caress to Jon's hand, uncaring of his nudity.
He doesn't want to ruin the mood, but Jean-Claude's thoughts are always dancing back and forth between his plots, and he has so many things he wants to ask Jon in this more forthcoming atmosphere between them. He selects a comment he thinks will walk this line.
Pleasantly, he comments, "As it happens, one of the rules of being under my protection is that I will ensure you have consensual subjects to feed from, even if that means myself. And I will ensure you do so... safely. You may have noticed this rule already." This is paired with punishment if he feeds without consent or in a way that draws them negative public attention, and Jean-Claude hardly makes an offer of himself to just anyone, but that is not a hardship in this case.