It was easy to dismiss the sexy talk; but that didn't mean it wasn't new to Jonathan. It just meant that he wasn't quite sure how to handle it in regards to responses. It also didn't help that he had never been that into it at all. Not through lack of opportunity, but definitely through lack of desire. Jonathan slipped himself a painkiller, washed it down and hoped it would take that annoying edge off. He should enjoy shit like this. This just felt like-- it was more spikey than it needed to be.
The laugh - that laugh didn't help cover shit. Mostly because when he cracked that thumb, he felt it. Enough for him to drop the closed bottle he was holding. He hadn't expected it; the surprise sharpness in his hand, and with a small hesitation, he looked back over at the guy. If he was being honest, he knew what he did. But he had no idea how that could help Rafael or even if it could work for him to get free. But even so, the stakes were higher, and he needed to think twice about everything he did.
He grabbed the water from the floor, and threw it lightly on the table, before taking his knife and motioning to him with it, stepping forward. He opened his mouth to talk, but the words stopped before they left his mouth, and instead, he squinted at Rafael. Thinking. "Fucks sake." He muttered to himself. Great. Couldn't threaten him with a gun, because if he killed him Jonathan would have more shit to worry about than just Rafael. He wasn't allowed to. Bad. Now didn't want to get close, out of, admittedly, fear. And couldn't stay back because his only job here was to keep him tied up. Great work, Rafael. Just great.
So- what's the last thing he could do? He backed up again, grabbed the gun that was lying on the table, and turned his attention back to Rafael, keeping his distance. "So you weaponize your sexuality to make other people uncomfortable and scared of you?" He frowns, and after a small pause, he nods to him. "Does it work?"