It took Jasper a visibly long consideration before he came out with, "That depends," and jumped down off of the desk. There wasn't exactly an initiation rite involved in this job: this was it, and Jasper had to figure out for himself, and quickly, whether some expectations were par for the course. Discretion, most likely, in this climate, though Jasper expected that to be more for the heroes' sake than the clients. Clients should have just wanted a job done and done well. The weird eyes weren't helping Jasper warm up to this one very fast. Was that denial? He hoped not. He didn't have the benefits to cover therapy anymore.
"I'll have to hear the details before we agree to take the job," Jasper invited, but that was getting too far ahead already. "Please!" he suddenly interjected, waving the guest on to the... Jasper rapidly rounded the desk to kick what might have been a grenade belt and a crystal decanter away from the foot of the couch to give the man a place to sit. "Can I get you anything, Mr...?" he graciously offered.