There's a brief moment, a fleeting few seconds of tightness of the throat, of tension, all that he will doing his measure best to write off as nothing more than the uncertainty in meeting a new face. In reality, though, at the core of him, there's that itch, a twisting beneath the skin at the recognition of what lies on Arthur's surface, of just how far the depths of what he's seen go.

Insatiable hunger creeps back into his bones. He fights tooth and nail to ignore it, and shove boldly ahead. This man's here for something.

"Ah--- new to the Ocularum, then, I take it?" Jon asks, and he gestures for Arthur to wait while he steps back behind the counter, fishing out a satchel. He guides the two of them to a table not far off from there, talking idly as he shuffles through his bag, pulling out a tape recorder, then a few loose pages tucked into an envelope.

"Or... well. It doesn't matter much if you aren't, considering this has every right to be public knowledge, but I don't know how far word's started to spread. I'd hope not far, but... small towns. Even with curses to contend with, word manages to get around, one way or another."

A fleeting pause, before Jon properly offers any of it over, having gotten all of it collected in his arm. Perhaps he's gotten a bit possessive over that tape recorder in particular, these days - how much of that is his own inclination not to lose one of the only few in this world, and how much of it is the bidding of the Eye, is yet to be seen. He'll use a final confirmation as a good excuse to hang onto it for a moment more.

"I don't suppose you'd mind if I ask why you're looking for it?"