Not if it means the guy's sleeping on the streets of Central City, no.

[ Look, Jason may be a big mob boss man, but he's also the these-days-baby brother of a man who has officially labelled himself Stephen's family. If that doesn't give him the right to give a shit, what will?

He does let it drop enough for the conversation to move on, distracted with a smirk by the guzzling of coffee. He can barely remember what it was like to really miss it now, the transition not having been so abrupt in his case, but he definitely drinks more of it these days than he used to. ]

I'd rather I didn't, but I'll be ready to referee. You want another?

[ He has a feeling Jason may soon find himself on the brink of the shakes, but who's he to deny him the sweet bean nectar? ]