Jason had to laugh. "I think you've got that wrong," he said, crossing in front of her to approach the blonde girl, his progress visible by his pants floating in the air. "A pervert wouldn't be holding his pants. He'd just have a trenchcoat."
Ashley cringed as the pants moved closer to her, and she pressed back against the wall, her eyes closed, her knees pulled up toward her chest. Oh, god. Zombies and now invisible stalkers. What next?
"I said I wasn't going to hurt you," Jason pointed out as he turned back toward Olena. "Why are you threatening me?" He shook out his pants again, this time to step into them.
He faded into view, grinning like an idiot - or a psycho. "I'm not even armed. How fair would that be?"