Less than ten minutes in the room and the frustration levels were spiking already. What the frak?
The question now was what to do. Jamie could tell Ares to shut up or he could walk and tell the Greek to call again when he was sober - except the Greek didn't seem drunk and he hadn't come here to fight.
"That's a rather bold statement coming from someone who's just admitted that he can't remember anything," he said, shrugging out of his jacket and dug something out of the pocket before he hung it over the back of a chair. "I wouldn't be here if I hated your guts, alright? And I wouldn't spend money on them, either." A bag of cookies landed in Ares' lap.