"Nope!" Aaron looked up, just beginning to toy with the full deck in his hands while he considered Jace. This was going to take some special effort because apparently the job Jace swore he had wrapped around his little finger was suddenly too tiring to even consider hanging out on such an important day.

It was entirely true, at that. There was no one else that Aaron kept in prolonged contact with, no other friends who could possibly have an idea that Aaron was more than just the pretty face he put on most of the time (although he was incredibly fond of this face, and more mischievously attached to the others), so why would Jace think he'd want to celebrate with anyone closer than someone Aaron could sort of call a friend? It was just plain stupid and was showing how tired the older dealer must have been.

"Come on, Jace," he wheedled, climbing off the bed to stand in front of the other. He put his hands on his chest less as some sort of come on and more to try and emphasize his point with touch. "Promise I won't bother you on Christmas if you let me stick around tonight?"