Just talking... Well kinda...

Jason chuckled and kissed her for a few moments. Then glancing up at the mistletoe, he reached up and grabbed it, putting it in his pocket. He winked at her, then lead them to a couple of chairs near the fire place. He didn't say anything, just sat in one of the chairs and closed his eyes, smiling happily.
He liked being kissed very much.

He laughed also and said, 'Alright, so where should we start? I guess our powers, or lack there of.' He smiled and put his feet up on teh small footrest that oth of their chairs shared.

He smiled and said, 'You can fly?' Hi mind went back to him helping her up the rock, but he quickly came back to their conversation.
'That sounds cool. Though, it sees like one of those things that you have to see to understand.' He grinned, 'But we can save that for another date.' Sliding his feet off the footrest, he sat leaning foreward in his chair. Rsting his elbows on his knees he said, 'So, I guess you want to here more about what I can do?'

He nodded, a scowl coming to his face. looking at the wall across the room he said, 'Yeah, i don't have any powers. I'm only at this school because they said I had no where else to go.' Leaning against the back of the chair once again, he closed his eyes and continued, 'I lived at an orphanage, and one of the kids there had powers. They wanted to go to this school, but they had no parents so they didn't know if they could. Headmistress Moor came to the orphanage to see if we could work something out, and while she was there I happened to get in a fight with another kid. She thought that I might have magic fighting skills, so she took me along with the other boy.'
He sighed.
'So basically, when she found out I didn't have powers, she had me come here anyway. It's just a school.' Opening his eyes, he looked at the wall again, 'I'm not sure what will happen when school is out.'

Jason didn't smile. He was scowling, angry at himself. Why did you tell her all that idiot! She knows now. You won't be able to get away. What are you going to do now? What are you going to do?. Grimacing he leaned on the arm rest, his head in his hands, balling up his hair in his fists. Then he stopped, brething deeply. He slumped againt the back of the chair and looked down so his long black hair covered his face.
He didn't speak. He needed to think.