Safe, indeed; the barrier is likely to broken many more a time by this guy.

"Well, maybe I'll swing by, grab a case of vodka or something for those cold winter nights-- wait, the weather's fucked itself too, for those mild spring nights. What the shit ever."

The visual is moving; Paul's heading for his door.

"So, Jason. Georgia?" he asks. There was a time he prided himself on picking up accents; that skill may have faded lately.