Inian cracks a smile. "Hah, you're funny, kid. If you're Jason's younger brother, what's your name?"

He takes a moment before continuing to look down at his phone and sent Camael back a text. God willing. Want to link up tomorrow for that jog?

"Might give them a few minutes so I don't piss off the guy I'm about to try to commission. This art teacher of his any good at actual art, or just the horizontal tango? Or whatever people are saying these days."