He wondered what was so funny about that, and invisible eyes narrowed. "Well. Good." He decided.
Unsure who'd won that round (though secretly certain he'd somehow been played), Jason rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "Your stupid horse is back. I'm surprised he's not dead yet."
He turned away and started to walk. Tilting his head, he called back over his shoulder. "You'd better tell them to just leave me alone," he warned her.
He was confused, and he had a headache. But he wasn't lonely. Oh, no. Not in the least.