Pay attention to your eldritch monster instincts, Jon, they might save you someday.

Mid-windup for a more aggressive attack Murmur freezes, looking equal parts dazed and perplexed. Then after several long moments mortified, a red-tint that had taken over his eyes slowly melting into the usual green as he hops back from the doorway, clasping the formerly raised hand around his own throat as though to choke down himself from doing something terrible.

"Ah! I, er..." Oh man, this is a little more than egg on his face embarrassing wasn't it. What in the name of... "Mm, yes. Apologies, though at the moment I expect that sounds rather disingenuous." He really did look deeply ashamed of himself and not just for getting caught in an attempted murder. The temperature faded back to mostly normal, though a faint chill remained. After all Jon's presence still had every warning bell going off for him but Murmur was more civilized than to pull something like this! Normally...

Wow he hates this.

He decided to stay further back while he continued to hold himself in check quite physically. This was definitely not the way to introduce himself.

"Are you quite well?" He seemed to have healed up nicely, that's good. His bad, man.