"I suppose that's convenient," Jason says without commitment of any sort, and after a three second delay, to the ... confesssion? Admittance? Whatever-- regarding animal blood.

Then the vampire finally gets to the meat-- haa-- of the conversation. Jason offers a thin cynical half-smile.

"Oh, it is all yours. I've no desire to return there. Very well, then, splendid to have that sorted."

He lets go of the rail with one hand, turning in preparation for the stubborn walk-shuffle that one is having to use to get around right now, with the gravity acting up.