Did he really expect her to call him Jason? That was a bit informal for this setting. However, as he was one of those in power, it would hardly be in her best interest to tell him that he was not following what she had essentially learned were the rules around her. Half of her human patrons didn't have names beyond sir or ma'am, those she had names for were last names only. Jason could be a last name, but she doubted it. "Most nights," she really couldn't call her schedule to be able to tell him exactly what days. She did know that she was off on Sundays generally, but that was because things were usually kinda slow on Sunday for some odd reason. "Not too bad really." Considering the other 'occupations' that a good looking girl could get on this island, she had it exceptionally well.
Kyle's return made her smile and the sense of fear and guilt drifted around him like smoke, getting an eyebrow from her. These two gentlemen were going to make her start asking questions before too long because there were just too many feelings running around with obvious triggers. "Ain't no fighting going on, handsome. Your boss has been a perfect gentleman. I don't think anyone's called me 'my dear' since I was twelve." She wasn't going to hold his earlier upset against him, chalking it up to protectiveness. Protectiveness, jealousy, they were similar, easy to confuse for the outside observer. Violet always considered herself an outside observer.
"So I guess that means it's time for you to be on your way?" Company was always welcome, but she could feel the management staring a hole in her back. She was expected to make conversation, but he was probably going to be upset with her before too long because she was taking advantage of the system. It was always so hard to keep from knocking the sob one when he thought he had the right to hit her.