[Jason stalks for a bit, shoes smacking against the floor with a stomp sure to irritate the downstairs shop, focusing nervous and indignant energy into the heels of his feet. He bites down on his lip, which opens up a bloody puncture because of his fangs.]

Alright, alright, you don't. I couldn't abide you lingering around if you did. I don't have time for people who are going to recommend me to Jackson if I point out I've been treated unfairly or if I mention I don't remember my father's name anymore. That's all I'm saying, that Enjolras is singling me out and treating me unfairly.