Jake caught the look on Dirk's face and chuckled quietly.

"Well I mean unless you want to come watch me worship the toilet in technicolor," he offered, shaking his head against the table. He pawed around under it to find Dirk's other hand.

Jade slid her hands downward and lifted up the back of Jake's shirt, giving the same compress warning before setting the other patch on him and slowly moving it up and down his spine. She tutted a little.

"You're sweating, Jake," she assessed softly. He just groaned a little.