Jason made his way to the switch, flipping it on. He made a soft noise of dismay at the sudden light, closing his eyes tightly. "This place really needs a dimmer switch," he grumbled.
He was wearing leather and silk himself, clothing that Jean-Claude had picked out for him. There were bits and pieces of his own wardrobe that he missed as well, but he liked what they had, in general. Shaking his head, Jason turned back and watched Jean-Claude dress with obvious appreciation.