Satisfied is a word for it. He's been faring well recently, while on his little stint, but at this very moment, he's feeling purely and deeply energized. God, he could go on a jog, even. Since when did he take jogs?

"Water Prison? I--- yes, I think I might like to hear about that sometime," Jon agrees, a little caught off guard by the rush. It's not a first, but perhaps since he'd been handling the rest well enough (better than most, in fact), he wasn't expecting him to leave in such a flurry. "But I'm quite alright for now, thank you."

It's awkward, trying to get back into niceties, after eating someone's fear, but he sure does try it. He clears his throat, and shifts to stand as well.

"I appreciate your time, and, ah. I'll... see you soon?"

Well, it's an attempt, at least.