That earns him a nip to the jaw from Jon with a glance up at past a set of pale, almost invisible lashes.

"You're not," he says firmly, on somewhat more solid ground. The hand against chest will find no scars, no marks; he only has the one and the mark from it is harder to find.

He starts to dip in for another kiss, something to soften the nip, before glancing around the room.

"...I want to go somewhere other than my board room but I don't... want to change anything quite yet."