Jason makes an exasperated sigh, like she's twisting his arm right now. "Alright, alright." He opens the door, lifting his arm for her to duck under and pass through.

The rooftop isn't big, but Jason did find a nice little nook overlooking the sea to hang lights and set up a small table and chairs. There's plates of take-out food set out on the table along with flowers that reminded him of her. Mostly in red to go with her hair and siren-form. He really hopes she won't think it's all too cheesy, but seeing as very few people seem to have done things for Iris in her past, he hopes that she'll love every bit of it.