[ His patience starts to fray, jaw setting as Jason starts flailing his firearm around again. ]

You're not going to shoot me, Jason.

[ He can force himself to believe that if necessary. If he's wrong, well ... Dick's fast. ]

We're both confused right now, so let's sit down and talk. I'm not putting my weapons away when my potential opponent is a guy with guns, you know I won't. Please. Please, just trust me.