Jason blinked. Was he going insane, again, or was this boy finally not putting up a fight? "Cool. She's 'cool'." He was still trying to digest all this as he turned on a heel, beckoning Kyle along with him. "The next time you intend to give the company present a show, at least attempt to warn me fist, alright? I thought you were going to die out there, and I don't fancy watching you splatter all over the ground. I don't think I need to remind you what it was like watching you crunch into the gravel last time, do I?" The old man winced at the memory, not truly wanting to share the imagery once more with his whelp, but more than willing to do so if need be. He wasn't saying not to play with the ribboned creature, but he did desire some form of caution. "Fun was something you've never mentioned with another mutant like that before." The old man rubbed his face, obviously coming down from the stress of the situation as he walked into the hallway and away from the stands. "Maybe we should set a play date." The last statement was more sarcastic and quiet, meaning to be left alone. "Next time, just... warn me." His mind was still whirling from the fact that Kyle hadn't bitten his head off yet.
He considered this new change slowly as he walked, not really mindful of where they were off to. He had been so quick to get out of the stands that he had zero purpose planned, and his confusion over the boy's new attitude had baffled him to the point of forgetting their purpose on the island for the evening. What were they going to do now, again? Damn, where was his schedule book when he needed it?