Frankie/Jason
Jason was just being him, a sweet, nice guy. Holding hands was an affectionate gesture for him and didn't mean any more than that. Sitting next to her on the sofa, but not close enough to touch, he reclined back against the cushions.
"I probably will. She seems like a nice person, if an impetuous one." It wasn't lost on him that Frankie was defending Cassie. It showed that she didn't hate the demon quite as much as she claimed.