Jon goes to respond, and stops. Tries one more time. Stops again. The loading wheel in his brain turns visibly.

He can't help but get a little bit sheepish, and tries to mask it with mock-offense.

"Oh, so you're going to going to make me waltz my way into her office and make it seem like I need love and care, then, are you?"

Which he does. Constantly. As if there were any question. But he sure hasn't gotten to the point where he's letting himself receive that without putting up some resistance yet.