Jon watches Shen Qingqiu's face flush, and thinks long and hard back to the comment of alleged heterosexuality. That still seems to be panning out exceptionally well for him. Definitely so very, truly unbothered by Erik and his well-known profession. "I may do just that, honestly. I doubt it's a good idea to keep things full of blood so close to the grinder, anyhow."

The praise does come as a surprise, though, and he'd turned to move the basket of blood fruit, just preoccupied enough to let that surprise rise to his face. The smile he offers back is tentative in that surprise of his, but no less genuine. All this time later, and he still gets fluffed up by being told he's had a good idea.

"I intend to expand it and continue to monitor Calloway's stock, but I'm glad you agree that they need to be contained. I've kept my contact limited with them, but your help is invaluable, thank you. The last thing any of us needs is any of the trouble I've gone through undone by a fit of cursed-item-induced madness."