Jake's whining, both arms out of commission thanks to a recent fight. He's sitting at your dining table, waiting for you to feed him. Originally, you'd firmly denied him each time he asked, far too flustered to say anything. After all, wasn't feeding someone like.. intimate?

Yet, when Jake smiles at you, ever so charming, you decide that it'll be okay. Nothing will happen, regardless of the fact you're sitting so close, about to feed him..-

Okay, maybe this will be harder than expected.