Jon has no clue as to what a Mobian is but he can't but help but to hold in a smile and snort. The whole thing is a bit funny in some strange and twisted sort of way. "He's still more scared of you, but he isn't exactly a problem now."

He raises an eyebrow at the thought of being asked to carry things. "I've been an assistant before, but I believe I've been dealt a greater hand. I'm no servant now, but the True King of the North." Jon's voice is full of confidence as he stands there looking a little defiant in the face of Naugus.

Standing down a whole armies and winning is a good feeling, but Jon isn't stupid. He still has quite a bit of work to do at home before he can think of being stupid. And who knows if the anti-violence field is working now.