[He buries his smile behind his free hand as he braces an elbow on the desk.]

Not disgusting, just a dick...I get it. Here...

[He clenches his fingers in Jon's hair and casts the simple spell with a muttered word. Honey lemon, this time...but the lightly diluted flavor it gets when put in tea. It's the first thing that comes to mind with thoughts full of dicks in your mouth and sore throats that can come with that.]

You know, if it weren't for the mess, I'd almost be inclined to suggest foodplay as an interest for you.

[He's not necessarily expecting an answer, but he can't help putting that teasing idea into Jon's head.]