The vampire.... talks about hair, and his father, and eels, or something, which Jason only vaguely processes. He keeps his feet wedged down against the planks of the walkway with some effort, and one arm wrapped around the rail, and with the other he rubs absently at the side of his head, the far side, away from the vampire.

let me out, let me taste
our newest mutual cage
i'll mark the walls and pace
the bounds placed upon our rage.

Hnh. Jason rolls his neck a little, side to side. Back in the other place he had taken to chopping wood. He supposes he should find something physical to do here. Once the gravity is sorted. If the gravity is sorted.

What are they talking about? Blood. Yes. Right.

"Mmm. Well. I shall keep my fingers crossed. Is there something with which I may assist you?"