Cougar settles back, eyes falling half shut (though if anyone were to mistake him as not alert, they would be very quick to understand how wrong they were), and he even allows Jake his indulgence when it comes to the kiss to the crown of his hair, scraggly and frizzy in the humidity, especially after a nap that he hasn't even had a chance to tame it. "I have a hairbrush, you know," Cougar says, glancing over his shoulder with a Look that implies that if Jake needs to borrow it, he can.

"Got it in boxes, remember?" he finishes in Spanish with a pointed look, sighing contentedly when Jake's fingers start weaving through his hair.