A look of sudden, dawning realization trickles in finally at the mention of the word power. It took him a couple of times experiencing his to realize what it was, that he wasn't the only one, that Kate and Benedict had them as well. His is a line, blue and glowing, a trustworthy path intended to take him wherever he's meant to be, as far as he can tell.

He's never heard of Jake's, but if Jake trusts himself, has tried before... Why the hell not, right?

So he shrugs a shoulder, clears his throat, and tentatively slips a (flesh) hand into Jensen's extended and waiting palm. "If you kill me I'm drop kicking you into next week, so we're clear."