"Oh, because I can just stop dudes who flip around in trees," Lux pragmatically asserts, the downward press of her hand swaying her whole body forward. Stumbling slightly, she treads gracelessly on Jason's feet then catches herself on his arm.

"Why are you watching my house?" she demands without stepping back, the sharpness in her upturned gaze considerably muted by intoxication. "Don't tell me who I can and can't let stalk me."