Jason ducks his head and bites on his lip, shame creeping throughout his bones for having such a strong reaction. He can't help it, though. He still remembers that cold, awful night. He still remembers banging on the door of the confessional, begging for the priest to let him in. And he still wakes up at night, covered in sweat, from the memory of the priest refusing him.

He does manage a smile at Magnus' response, grateful for it. "And not even, like, good poor wine, you know?" He asks. His heart is still heavy, but this banter with Magnus helps. "And is it actually made of cardboard? I've always wondered about that."