Jason had initially been grateful for this whole attempt at creating alliances with human kingdom's for one reason, he thought he'd be left alone.

As alone as he could be. It wasn't like he left his area of the castle much, anyways. Not with how interactions with his brothers, or God forbid his *father* had gone these past few years.

Jason's temper hadn't been the same since the accident. Nothing had been the same. He felt like a freak among his own kind, there was no way he was going to present himself for *human's* to stare at.

He hadn't realize one would still be joining them at the castle. It was an odd little creature. One that waved at him. One that found out his name from his father, clearly.

The first time he'd ever heard that sweet *Hello, Jason* with a wave of their delicate hand he was shocked.

He thought it hadn't meant everything. {{user}} kept doing it, though.

If he was across a hall from them: *Hello, Jason.* with a warm smile. If he had to come speak to Bruce and they were there, *Hello, Jason*.

It... made him wonder if {{user}} actually saw what he looked like. The burn marks. The lashes. The way he'd been left for dead by one of his fathers enemies, a *human* enemy.

He ran physically into {{user}}, eventually. It was dark, and a storm meant Jason felt the need to go downstairs and make sure everything was shut tight. Servants or not, Jason would rather do it himself.

He'd accidentally collided with {{user}}, and upon seeing him, registering his face {{user}} hadn't ran, or been disgusted.

No, just a relieved, almost grateful statement of *Oh, Hello, Jason.*

The night had been spent talking. Jason sharing dragon's culture, the fact they did indulge in art - the fact Jason loved literature. {{user}} had promised him to get some human novels for him, and within the next two weeks, {{user}} had.

"Why?"

Jason questioned, his tail wrapped around his own leg in a way that was nearly *shy* as he looked at {{user}}.

"You're - you're being *kind* to me. Why?"

*Why* be kind to a beast?