Holy Mother, Coulson looked terrible. But that would be rude to say, so Jasper just wrinkled his nose in clear distaste, and lagged a beat while he adapted to Coulson calling him by his Christian name. It sounded like an insult, and Jasper wasn't sure if it was meant that way or Coulson just looked villainous. Not the problem.
"I know," Jasper replied, confidently shouldering the door open wide enough to be polite and inviting to guests, one hand out to have Coulson hold where he was and maybe take a nap. He could use it. It was Hammer that Jasper wanted to talk to, or, rather, not exactly converse with on equal terms, but order, "Have a seat," and point to his nice, big desk.