"I don't have any phobias." There was that. As far as he knew, anyway. Fear, that was a different matter. "You're making me regret I didn't get done speedreading your father's published research, because of how you gulp down your food."

Not quite scared, but there was something. His heart beating fast, his hands in his pockets, him chewing on his bottom lip, which tended to suffer when he felt anxious. Often bloody. But he wasn't even conscious of that right now. "What do you worship here, Jonny, hm?"