Jack looks highly affronted. Also maligned. He is Offended.

'How dare you. I played with him and everything.'

For almost a full minute! Jim flashes a grin at Autor - and it is Jim, not Jack; a far more malevolent stare, and malice behind the sharp white teeth - then lounges back on the counter, kicking his heels against the cupboard.

'If you wanted someone to look after the mutt, you know you only had to ask. What wouldn't I do for you, sweetheart?'