"I don't need a shrink." He says, taking out a cigarette as he plops down onto the pristine couch and fixates the girl with a glare he hopes is intimidating. The girl cowers as he expected and opens her mouth to stutter just as a young woman enters the room briskly. "Well then Jason, until you're ready for one, let's just say this shrink needs you." The woman holds his glare with defiant eyes. To say he's slightly baffled is an understatement. He rakes his eyes over her form as she takes her own seat, leg crossing over the other. She offers him some baked goods and then proceeds to shrug when he refuses her and pushes a pastry past her purple lipstick clad lips. Perhaps he'll hang around after all.