"Trevelyan seems like a good, upstanding type. There are people in this city who like to fool themselves into thinking they value that." Jason makes a sound that's like a chuckle, except it seems wiser than he is, and bladelike for all its cynicism. He glances up at the TV, sighing with relief that Thor wasn't one of his, as if it's all happening right now and isn't an exhumation of actions past.

"I wonder if Jack Sparrow detoxes." He raises an eyebrow. "I bet he's flammable from all the drinking. You're not going to be able to get him alcohol in the Arena, right?"