She has to control herself, control the impulse to reach out and run her talons through Jason's hair. Because damn. "Oh, trust, I wouldn't come near your hair with anything more than a comb." Oceana smiles. "You've got great hair." She sniffs, sipping at her drink.

"But I resent the implication that I'm dangerous. I'll have you know I'm fucking talented with a pair of shears."

His last comment has her snorting. "Complaining is the best part. I encourage you to do it liberally, 'cause otherwise you're gonna go insane."