"Oh, that?" Jason furrows his brow and punches the bridge of his nose, then shoves his glasses back up. He already looks like he's done with this conversation before it's even begun.

"I did call security, at least six different times, and he kept coming back. I was just doing what he wanted by letting him stay in the damn place. Call it a mutual compromise." There's no humor in his face or tone. "Why, was he still whimpering about it when you found him?"