[His hand is gone as soon as he feels Jake tense under him-- shouldn't have done that. He recoils, hands splayed in the air to show they're away from Jake's person, and then they go back in his pockets. Jesus, he's treating him like a wild frightened animal.]

...ah. [Frown.] Well, there's islands around here-- I mean, it won't be yours, but I'm sure we could find you something to take the edge off a little, at least.