[ No hard feelings, Gregor. You're not the first person whose emotions got the better of them in his presence. J's day job involves getting summoned on the regular by squishy mortals who enjoy dialing up some version of shock and awe when they actually meet a demon face-to-face. So he's well past taking offense. Or at least, it seems that way when J's placid expression reveals nothing of the sort outwardly, despite how Gregor viscerally recoils at the sight of him. ]

What you mean to say is that you weren't anticipating waking up with someone who looks like this. [ Which is rich, when astronauts could probably spot that horror show you call an arm from space, Greggy.

A well-manicured hand gestures over J's front, from his more human upper half to where leonine limbs peek out where his own cinched nightrobe parts at the knee. ]

You can thank The House for the intimate introductions, in case you'd also like to touch upon the pertinent question of how you ended up like this. [ Just so you know. He doesn't need an undeserved kidnapping charge when this time he's not actually the one responsible for whisking a depressed twink into a seedy rendezvous. ( Listen, he had his reasons!! ) ]