Jon opens his mouth. Closes it. Furrows his brows. Opens it again, and closes it one more time. Really, truly looks like he's picking his words.

He can't find a way to put this gently. He can't even figure out how to put it bluntly, either, try as he might. He does, however, when he runs through his options, look exasperated.

"...Right. Well, I'm sure you know better than I do exactly how much does or doesn't need to be said to her."