Jason reached over and grabbed the boy by his collar to help him keep both his balance and not overturn the chair they were now both sitting on. "At least one of us is." It was a half mumble, half growl tone, but Jason shook his head and sipped his drink more, his hand not letting go of the whelp's shirt. "And what will you do with all this new found fame? Should I be on the look out for rabid fan girls banging down my door?" He chuckled, the thought amusing in his old mind.