[The name draws curious confusion to Chris' expression.]

No...sorry, sir...not in this building. Though...I think I remember seeing a pet-something place just down the blo-

[Jon's hand on him had been all the warning he had and still he couldn't stop the stutter his partner's mouth put in him. Gods save him. He covers it with a small cough and looks back to the Dom to raise a hand and point to the right.]

Sorry about that...if you ah...go a few doors down this...this block, I think it's on the um.... [Fuck.] Left.

[Or was it the right? He wasn't entirely sure it was there at all, but it was a better option than the man staying here. If it was the sort of pet place Chris suspected it was, it wasn't in this building.

The man shoots him a...confused? Concerned? Some kind of look. Maybe Judgmental, but that was fine, Chris couldn't care for the raising heat in his face.
Pull it together 'King of the Northern Coast.'

Blissfully, the man leaves to follow Chris' direction and the cleric is quick to snake a hand down and into Jon's hair.]