[That hum does things to him that have his fingers twitching a little tighter before Chris can think enough to loosen up again. Gods, Jon must think him the most easy fool in the entire city for how quick he's affected by his Archivist. At least the hand on his leg is grounding and honestly just nice.

He's startled, then, when the doors open and he's slow to pull his hand up from Jon's hair so it didn't look more like he was doing something he ought not in a public desk. As it is, he moves his phone face-down too quickly on purpose with his other hand to make it seem more like that was the culprit.

He turns an honest enough smile onto Ms. Rosewood. He liked her, she seemed a more reasonable sort, new her stuff, and didn't really take too much shit from people. Chris could respect all of that.]

Yes, ma'am...likely ought to be. If not, Wolfe will be around. Is there a name you'd like me to take down? And...are you going to want them directed anywhere but your- ah...your office?

[Yes. Definitely distracted because of his phone and not because of Jon's gods-blessed mouth and tongue on him. He....he was not going to last a respectable amount of time like this. Which...maybe he would get lucky and they'd finish before Wolfe came back?
If some God was watching him and willing to take pity...they would be.]