"Oh." Jonathan's eyes blink in confusion. He hasn't made the connection between fear, control and power at this age; doesn't react like he should. Though his eyes sharpen and focus, and that means he's looking at Julian like he's something fascinating.

He wrinkles his nose. The way this man had painted it, it sounded understandable. Except it's not quite what he's heard.

"That's quite poetic, isn't it? Harley said it's because you're a weirdo, though."