Something about Castiel's unbroken gaze reminded Jason of Bruce. Maybe it was the way they both seemed to be seeing more than other people could. Jason had balked under that kind of study for most of his life. He'd eventually learned to accept it from Bruce on the good days. On bad days, that kind of steady scrutiny often led to fist fights, precipitated by Jason and finished by the old man.
As it was, Jason quashed the urge to squirm by turning his attention to the dogs. Ace was usually good, but Jason never forgot that the Shepherd had once been forced to turn on other dogs in order to survive. That wasn't the kind of thing that just went away. Alfred had put a lot of work into helping Ace recover from what the Joker had done. Jason's job now was to make sure none of that progress was lost. Ace glanced up at Jason, tilted his head, and when Jason raised his eyebrows, the Shepherd stretched his nose out to sniffed the Wolfhound. Once he'd assured himself that she wasn't about to do anything rude, he dropped his head to his paws and closed his eyes with a contented sigh.
Jason nodded, satisfied, and picked up the menu. "Gee thanks, Cas. You start all your dates like this?"