He can't help the smug little smile at being called 'fine', even if he knows very well that he's an attractive man. He follows along, stifling a lingering yawn, and wanders down to join Jake, smacking his ass a little before bending over to start helping with the laundry, seeing as it'll help him to wake up.

"How far is the end of the line?" is what he asks, with a slow raise of his brow, but it's empty teasing. After all, he's more than happy to listen to Jake singing, or he would've done something to make sure he never thought about singing in front of him.