Jon's eyes widen, his face turns a deep red, and he starts sputtering. "I- That's not- Don't! How-how dare- I'm- You-" Leave. He can leave. He's paid for the clothes. He has no other obligations. "I just- You're- Agh!"

He strikes off in a direction at random, but not the way that he'd been originally heading with Hearne. This is horrible. He hates this. He made it weird, like Elias sighing and calling his compelling tingly. Jon hates this.