The angel looked up as Jason came closer, tilting his head back and locking blue eyes onto the young man. The way he stared at Jason? Well. It was certain no one had ever looked at him quite the way Castiel was looking at him as he pulled out that chair and sat. Intense blue eyes followed his face, locked there and curious, but his features were surprisingly soft. Cas wasn't staring, as he so often did. The word 'staring' implied that the look was hard, and unyielding. Not as bad as glaring, of course, but nothing like what was going on at the moment. He wasn't staring, he was simply taking in the man across from him. Every bit of him. Every nook and cranny, ever piece and partial of Jason Todd's soul, there on display for the archangel sat opposite that little table, in the restaurant, on a floating head in space.
"Jason Todd." It was Castiel's odd method of greeting. The Bat boy would get used to it, given time. "It's very nice to meet you properly." His eyes narrowed down slightly as he gave a nod. It was almost like he wasn't looking at his guest at all, but rather looking straight through him. And, really, he was. "That must be Ace? This is Deanna." He indicated the dog at his side, who was stretching to try and sniff the German Shepherd's paw, but she didn't get up. Hawke was doing a wonderful job of training her, and she was woefully loathe to leave her human's angel's side.
"You look terrible." And here was Jay's real introduction to Dean's angel, who was ignorant of proper social etiquette. He wasn't that wonderful at lying, either-- that was, unless he was trying very hard at it. And he wasn't. It was just a gut reaction to seeing the man across from him. Jason looked like he was having a rough go of it.