The uncertainty, even if there are only mere ghosts of it on the surface of Shen Qingqiu's composure, is something Jon catches as though it were blood in water. He's still thoroughly entrenched in his own nerves, but it gives him just enough of something to pull his level head back, even if it's only inches towards the composure he'd like to have.

He's not going to take advantage of Shen Qinqiu's intentions--- nor is he going to go out of his way to make an ass of himself. Instead of faltering so heavily, however, it gives him just enough of a push to try to be helpful.

"A mix of the two. I ask, and it helps you get into... all of it," Jon explains. "Significantly more easily than you may be able to on your own. Friends of mine who look to tell me about their experiences often ask me to ask them, just so they're able to lay out everything without having to think on doing so too hard."