"Bear knows better than to do something like that," John answers with a small smile in the dog's direction before he heads to the kitchen to get two bottles of beer out of the fridge. The dog is still sitting still with the exception of his wagging tail, though John can tell he really wants to go to Jake.

"Doe Maar," he says to Bear and the dog takes a few steps toward Jake, rubbing his nose against his hands. He's a well behaved dog at even the worst of times, he's well trained and listens to John without question, but this is certainly a different situation, one he's never been in before. And still he doesn't do anything but sniff Jake's hands and wag his tail.

"Here," John says, offering Jake one of the beer bottles. "He's alright."