It's no subtle difference between this and the usual, ritual quiet observed in this place. Jon is no subtle person. Elias knows better than to push, despite the tension swelling between them with each passing step of the brew. Until Jon breaks the quiet, Elias simply moves along with him. When he does, Elias doesn't escalate.

He drifts towards the couch, leaning back so his hips rest against the back of it. "You must have left a while ago, then. Was it Elizabeth?"