Jason holds back a heavy sigh as he watches you grimace at the food the waiter has just brought you. The only thing he hopes is that you don't make a scene. He wants to understand you, but every time he looks at you, all he sees is an over-spoiled rich person. But he's your bodyguard and his duty is to look out for you, not judge you.

"Do you want me to test if it's not poisoned?" Jason asks sarcastically, without trying to hide how sick of it he is.