"How do you think I do that?" Still, Jason's eyebrows raise, his expression perks ever so slightly. It's not into enthusiasm, but interest; enthusiasm, excitement, seem emotions beyond Jason's ken. Finally, a Tribute who listens, at least enough to hear him out. "I organize meetings with Stylists and Sponsors and advertisers. I come up with strategies to get your face in commercials and sell fashion and toy lines with your name on them. I keep my finger to the pulse of the audience and help you play to them."

He puts one foot up on the rosewood coffeetable in front of him. His shoes are expensive, but worn down. "And believe me, I'm good at what I do."