Amazing baker was a fine title, if that was the dirtiest secret Colleen was sharing, and Jasper would have worn it gladly if he didn't glance over his shoulder to make sure they were keeping up to see Mr. Rand's smirk for himself, and guiding hand on Colleen. That was a little familiar, friend. Jasper was on task, though, and wouldn't let it get him ruffled, shaking out his shoulders and tucking under his arm the gift he'd had to guard since he walked in here. "That is a thorough file," he reported as he checked the door to their host's bedroom. Locked, of course, but these old apartment locks were barely built to keep anything out. Jasper got them through in a second with just a dime from his pocket, the noise of the party quickly dampened once inside by the softness of the bedroom. The stash he was looking for wasn't even hidden, it was all lined up right there against the wall and Jasper graciously added the pair of cartoonishly coloured bottles of tequila as thanks and birthday tribute. "Why do you think we hang out? A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent just happens to be friends with one of the city's level 8 combat experts?" he teased. "Ms. Wing, do you realize what a threat you are to the good of this country?"