Jason listens to her. "I do not like your accusations. Your words are spoken harshly but your accusations...are what I do not like. You should not judge a book by its cover Miss Parisa." he says bluntly. And then ignores her. Myxi sucking on her thumb more in her sleep. As Luka starts to shift as he is starting to wake up. Jason listens to Isa talk. "I see. What color is the home? The children sleep in my room with me. That is how it has always been. They feel safer that way. Their words not mine. And when they get old enough...and I hopefully can afford a house then...I will make sure they have their own rooms. Even if it means I end up in the living room on the couch. My children come first. They always have and they always will." he says honestly.<br/><br/>Listening and smiles. "Thank you Miss Isa." he says and walks over to their rooms. Feeling out with his mind and goes into the room designated for the kids. And calls out. "Miss Isa....I need help picking clothing out for Luka and Myxi. I do not wish to put Luka in a dress. Or Myxi in a boys outfit." he bites his lower lip. Poking his bang covered face out. "Please?" he asks almost beggingly. "It is something I'll need to learn now that they have more than just a pair of pants and a shirt. Until then...I do need some assistance." he says. Clearly not used to having to ask another for help with his children.<br/><br/>"If it is an issue...I can do the best I can. I am not used to asking. But for the children I would fight unarmed against men with blades and guns." he says. Clearly he was biting back his pride to ask her for her assistance.