It was a yelp at best, and a decidedly manly one at that.

"My blue undies so alluring they call out to you?" Jaime joked, not yet realizing that they literally said to grab. He did notice the scarab feeling awfully self-satisfied.

"I think I can handle a microwave," he said as he went for the refrigerator to figure out what he had around. Feeling Dean's grip on him and breath against his neck, Jaime was certainly glad he didn't have to actually cook. Stoves and knives were dangerous things while he couldn't help twitching and leaning into those touches.