If it had been anyone else in his shoes, Jason would have laughed to, probably cop knocked on the door just to be more of an ass, but when things happened to him. Nope, not as funny. Namely not on a couple hours of much needed sleep. He couldn't keep glaring at Hana though. As much as he wanted to.

He stepped aside as she spoke so she could invite herself in, inside the house was a very homey looking house. Far more domestic than one might expect. Outside of the living room everything in sight looked immaculate, the couch was messy with the pillows on the floor, his guard uniform draped on a chair, and a duffle bag near by. The game system was still on, along with the tv, as he moved over dropping the sheet and picking up one of his black shirts and tugging it on.

He didn't reach for the bag however just arched a brow at it. He needed a second, given he was just waking up. "Why are you here? It's not even a human hour." He grumbled dropping down where he had clearly been sleeping. He was to big for that couch. "Come in have a seat... ignore anything I say." He added the last bit as he yawned and stretched his arms some, inside the turmoil was already bubbling. Shouldn't she be out with Mr. Perfect? The guy really was a doll, that's what made it all worse, of course Jason stalked him a bit... its what he does.