He stiffened at the press of fingers against his shoulders, fighting hard not to let it show. "That would be one long biography," he teased. "Don't have a favorite color really but I don't like yellow." It was oddly domestic, not wholly uncomfortable but definitely unsettling to be sharing his personal space with someone else.
"That's why I decided against it," Jason teased back, "I didn't think we'd have the time. Though I'd love to know why you don't like yellow. It's a sunny color! Don't you like bright and cheerful?"
"I don't have a reason. It's just a feeling. Natural revulsion for bright and sunny things." Moving the fries to a clean bowl, Dan darted a look to the other man. "Must be that I was a bat in a previous life. Or at least a vampire."
"As long as you don't have a secret desire to drink blood, I don't have a problem with that," Jason smiled, "I might worry if you like to eat your steak extra rare. That's just gross."
"Don't worry. I don't vant to suck your blood. Besides I like garlic. And mirrors. You should see my bedroom." Except, he hadn't meant it like that and his skin flushed just a little redder. "Erm. Fries are done."
"Weird," Jason said as he pretended to look around for it, when he found the bottle where he left it. He placed it on the table and sat down into the chair next to Dan. "You never thought about getting rid of them? Or is it designed in a way that you don't really notice?"
Dan picked at the plate, not really hungry, his mind firmly aware how close Jason was sitting. "If you're that curious... you should go see for yourself. I don't mind. Last door on the right." Because he sure as hell wasn't going to show him in person. It would be too weird.
"I could," Jason picked up a fry and broke it in half, and pointed the uneaten portion at the other man teasingly, "you'd trust me to go check out your room and not take a chance to snoop around unsupervised? Because I can't make any promises."