Cougar shrugs, lifting one shoulder like maybe it's not so bad, but then, he's also eaten some insane shit in his life. What's a little bit of red salt that burns so badly, your mouth goes on fire and you start hallucinating? Or maybe that's just what he experienced.

He lets his attention linger on Jake a moment longer, which is his way of commenting that he doesn't need clothes, but he doesn't say that because it wouldn't be appropriate. Instead, he grabs a spoon and keeps poking at the potatoes as he watches Jake move.

"What?" he demands, when Jake still seems fidgety.