Jake chuckles, taking a moment to point a finger in Kira's direction. "Smart man," he proclaims, apparently wholly approving of being afraid of Veronica's wrath.

Kira's tank gets added to the muddy sheets in the wash basin, and Jake keeps half an eye on the dogs cavorting around, growling at each other as they tug on their shared stick. He's pleased to see Baby isn't using his greater bulk to his advantage too much, letting Aurora have a fair go at winning possession of the stick. "I'm spoken for," he replies absently, slowly turning his head to watch as Kira ascends the back steps. "I don't think I'd be allowed to tip you even if I wanted to."

Jake's never been to a strip club as someone with a boyfriend before, so he doesn't know the proper etiquette.

"Hey, put the kettle on the stove while you're in there!" he shouts after the door has banged shut, having forgotten to set the water to heat before he came out with spare clothes.

When Kira returns, he'll find Jake crouched in the middle of the yard, one hand rubbing Baby's belly and the other slowly petting over Aurora's muzzle as she smells his fingers curiously, getting acquainted with his scent. He grabs the jeans tossed at him without looking up from the dogs, depositing them in the basin with everything else before straightening to his full height and stretching to make his back pop. "Hey, I got all day, we might as well start at the beginning. We got a lot of time to kill, now."