If there was any spare skin left to turn red there sure isn't now, and Martin just. Blinks. Twice.

That... was not the answer he expected, and he suddenly feels very on-the-spot, the argument almost wholly forgotten in favour of those sudden, unexpected undeserved three words.

"...o-oh. Um-- right- right then."

His hand hover awkwardly around his chest for a moment, before he lifts them to bury his face for a moment, rubbing it down and resting them in front with fingers interlocked. "I-- okay."

(He doesn't notice Coraline nudge Jon with an elbow and quietly murmur, "You broke him, Jon.")