"For the love of ... We are not on a date. Je- Chr-," Jason spluttered as he stumbled over the idea of whether or not Castiel would smite him for taking the Lord's name in vain. "Freaking heck, man. It's sarcasm. You know? When people say things with an ironic meaning? You knock that date crap off right now or I will punch you in the face." Jason shuddered. "Gah, just ... no, dude, okay? It's creepy."
Under the table, Ace paid only partial attention to his owner's outburst, tracking Jason's words with one ear while he kept the other trained on Deanna. He sneezed, unimpressed with her display. Now was not the time for attention. He was working. Someone needed to step in if Jason's annoyance became real fear.
"What is with all the literal people around here?" Jason muttered to himself, winding down a little bit. A week ago, he'd have stormed out at the mere suggestion. Now, having spoken to Dick and actually gotten somewhere, he was finding it easier to be drawn into conversation and forget, from time to time, that he felt like crap. In short, he was acting more himself.
The menu didn't have all that much on it that appealed to him, but Jason summoned a ghost of Alfred-instilled politeness to answer the waitress when she asked for his order. "Yeah, just a plain burger. Bacon and cheese on the side. Go ahead and substitute the roasted vegetables for the fries Glass of water. Thanks."