Maybe Jason felt comfortable being candid with Blue because she refused to censor herself for those around her. She understood that some people didn't know about supernaturals, and couldn't handle it, so she didn't wear a sign around her neck. But hell if she was not going to talk about her life for the sake of privacy.
Blue was already halfway through her glass of wine. She didn't believe in sipping slowly. What was the point? You drank to get drunk, or at least buzzed. It took a lot more for a vampire to get buzzed, so she needed to get on that right off. She pouted a little that he didn't like boys, or even look at them, but her eyes followed his to the hottie waitress. "Eh, she's okay," she agreed, sipping at her wine. She didn't mind him looking at other women, because she was sure going to look at other men. "My legs are a lot better than hers are." Fishing for compliments? Absolutely! She even looked over the rim of her glass expectantly, eyebrows slightly raised.