Anything is a lot and probably a lot that Jade doesn't need to know. There's no time to decide what's worth telling Jade at all before he's flipped on his side, with the warmth of Jade's breath ghosting over his lips. Tapping his fingers on Jade's shoulders, Shinjirou averts his eyes. There might be harm in telling Jade about them, but for once he feels like he can be useful in a new, important way. Not just changing the sheets.

"I'm not friends with them, alright? So I'm not sure what they want. We only talk ... uh, business." He shrugs, expecting Jade to connect the dots himself. "And I guess you won't tell me why you need to know about them?"

Looking up, he brushes his bangs back and sighs. "They're about my age. A girl, two guys. One of 'em more insane than the other. I have nothing to do with the-- the jobs they do. You do know what they do, right? Probably not how they do it." That can't be, unless there's a secret he doesn't know about. Which isn't that unlikely. On the other hand, he would've noticed Jade being aware during the extra hour, right? He snaps out of talking mostly to himself and wraps an arm around Jade's middle. "Don't rile them up."