[ Jon tries to think of a delicate way to phrase this, fails utterly, and resigns himself to sounding like some horror. He is, so it's only fair. ]

The more... intense experiences feed it most effectively. It's... a being innately tied to fear.

[ He wants the shock and terror of being faced with something impossible; he wants to taste this man's distress. He hates it, but there it is.

And— Sunny Holiday? Really? That's remarkably unfortunate. Still: he could never have imagined so warm a welcome. ]

You as well.

[ Jon settles in with his tea, holding it while it steeps. The warmth is, somehow, comforting, and the nod he gives Sunny is grateful. ] Yes, absolutely. It's the content that matters, not the, ah... delivery.

[ Except that spoken is much different than written, of course. He wonders how much Martin has explained. ]