"Only a little." He admitted, a smile coming to his lips, head tilting just so. Jon was asking to take him home. As if he could say no to that.
"I'm really good at sweet nothings. I'm good at sweet somethings. The best." He would love to go home with Jon and lay in his bed and have wonderful pillow talk with him. He, after all, was quite taken with Mr. Sturgis Podmore. Jon. His Jon.
Well, not his Jon.
Not really.
Maybe that part ate at him just a little bit... or a lot.