It's... oddly like a wobbly kitten trying to threaten a much larger creature and Jonathan cannot help but be faintly amused by it. It's hardly the worst reaction he's ever had from a patient either so he doesn't take it personally. Instead he turns and walks away, disappearing for a few moments before returning with a simple loaf of bread, steaming in the cool evening air. He breaks a piece off and offers it from arms length as he would a wary creature.

"This might make you feel better," he coaxes. "I don't mean you any harm."