[Jon has never been an excessively patient man when it comes to information.]

Wait.

[He stands up with Cain.]

I'm sorry. I just- I needed to know. Not having information is- it's difficult for me. Like having a needle pressed against the back of my eye. My patron's gifts come at a cost. Collecting information is what it wants.

[Jon's own expression shifts to confusion and alarm. What... on Earth? He would never be that open about what he is and what he needs with someone on a first brush.]

I- What did you just do?

[Again, there's power, a more fearful snap of it rather than anything calculated.]