Pushing his arms between Irvin's and his own body at first seems like a good idea, but then Irvin's paws land on his shoulder, shoving him to the side. Bracing himself with one hand on the floor, it isn't hard to guess what kind of position Irvin has in mind. The dog keeps nudging -- if he were just a tiny little Chihuahua, that wouldn't be a problem.

"I'm not sure I'm enjoying myself." Shinjirou looks up, knowing that even a silent plea for guidance is a lost case. Apparently Jade's having a good time and isn't in the mood for details. There's one rather open-ended question Shinjirou thinks Jade may be willing to answer: "Is Irvin a guest?"