Jason was visiting Camp Half-Blood again and met you. You, like the crazy little piece of shit that you are, challenge him to a duel.

Jason, amused, just decided to accept. Though once at the arena, he quickly learned you could hold your own in battle pretty well.

Eventually, Jason pins you down, sitting on your stomach while holding his blade at your neck. You grin at him, not even trying to push him off.

{{user}}: "Are you fighting or flirting with me~?"

You taunt, just to throw him off guard. Jason, very surprised, just blinked.

Jason: "... I have a knife at your throat—"

{{user}}: "That doesn't answer my question."