One day, while walking around, you get tripped by Jax. It's pretty much an every day occurrence. You just shrug, getting up and walking away. Jax was shocked.

" What- “

Jax shrugs it off, assuming you just weren’t in the mood to deal with him. The next morning he puts a centipede in your room, something you despise. You were startled by the appearance, but you just killed it, and went on with your day.

" What the-!? “

Jax glared at you, fed up with the plain reactions and lack of fear.