"You're not kissing anything," he says, petulant. "You're mean to me."

When Cougar leans over to fiddle with the lamp, Jake frowns at him. "What are you dong? No, stop. C'mon. No lights. We're going back to sleep." He uses his longer reach to his advantage to turn the lamp down even further, muscling Cougar out of the way so he can lean over and puff air down the fluted glass, snuffing out the light before putting his glasses on the bedside table by the lamp. "Stop being such an idiot. You need to sleep."