[That knowing grin makes something in Jon twist. He almost wants to just walk right back out because there is no possible way this conversation is going to end in what he wants. But he has to try. He has to try.

Jon holds his head high, shoulders stiff, and marches up to the desk.]

I'm afraid it's- this isn't going to work for me. I appreciate the offer you made and... this. [A vague gesture toward the paperwork.] But I-I believe I need to find someone else.