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Usually, crazy coincidences ended in bad luck for Jay, but he was thankful for one that turned out otherwise for once. Their fingers intertwined, and he found himself feeling quite relaxed, and he too was feeling emotions that he didn't think he was capable of feeling. He relaxed in his seat and gave a quiet chuckle. "You make a tempting offer," he murmured with a wink, squeezing her hand a little bit.

With that, the concert began to start as the first band took stage. He slid close to her, letting go of her hand and slipping his arm around her as a rhythmic guitar riff filled the hall. He let his hand rub her shoulder a bit, enjoying the music, but more so enjoying that he was with her

Jay tolerated the vet, at best, though while he was being examined he did catch himself pondering something. How did disease or sickness work with his shifting? He had to guess that it would carry over like injuries did, but he wasn't about to get sick and check into a vet's office to find out. However, that also meant that he'd be able to run his con, because he obviously didn't have an owner. Well, obvious to him, anyway. Hopefully she'd never be any the wiser. It would really suck for him if she was some sort of mutant who could tell though....

And then, they went to the store, and he kept his bright-eyed bushy-tailed--literally--act going, looking around the store, tongue lolling out of his mouth. However, once they'd bought the leash and supplies, Jay had a choice to make. Should he be the well-trained, obviously somebody's dog, or should he go farther down the path of rambunctious little dickens?

He went with the latter, wanting to play and tug on the leash, occasionally running and nearly choking himself with it, making it obvious that he'd never been trained to walk on a leash. And technically, he hadn't. Once they got 'home' he looked around the house as best he could. He'd have to keep up the charade, but he'd have to find an opportunity when he was alone. Or maybe...he'd just stay awhile and reap the benefits of free room and board. And food, even though most dog foods sucked (the more expensive stuff actually wasn't that bad, but very few people put up that kind of money for a dog they found. And all things considered...that was understandable.)

When the leash was unhooked, he took off, scampering around the house before looking back at his new friend.

He nodded, visibly wincing at the word 'killed.' Sure, he may not have always been the nicest guy, but he did have some semblance of a heart. "Yeah...it can be rough sometimes. Hate it has to be that way though. At least my mutation showing helped stop
my mistreatment..." He let out a sigh, trying to push his emotions back into their cage, deep down.

He found his smile coming back when she was close to him, however, and he loosely wrapped his arms around her. "Good." He winked back, taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom.

"Yeah, it's never that easy. Besides, I still say I got dealt a better hand than some of the other mutants. I mean, I'm not sure how I would be able to handle something that made life more difficult like...I don't know, being a human-fish thing...or getting a massive migraine after using a mutation...or only being able to shift into inanimate objects...stuff like that." He gave a shrug, getting up to turn off the coffee pot and pour what little bit was left into the sink. Then, he rinsed the pot out, and got the machine ready for in the morning. That way, when he--they?--woke up, all he'd have to do was push one button.

When he finished, he walked over, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Maybe I just got lucky." Grabbing the notebook, he put it on the living room table, making sure he didn't lose it. Then, he checked the time; it was almost midnight. Man, how time flew. "Hey, you wouldn't mind staying over, would ya? Wouldn't feel right to have you out this late." Yeah, that was it. Well, part of it.

Heh, little did she know, a lot of what he did could easily be considered unethical, but he didn't think it was the best time to have her finding that out. After all, he liked her and would have liked to see her again.

While she was merely entertaining the idea, Jay was thinking of an actual approach. Sure, it started off as a joke, but now that he was entertaining it, it didn't seem like too crazy an idea. "I have a few friends who may owe me a favor or two, so I can try to pull a few strings. And I just need to spend a few minutes watching and studying a dog to be able to gain its form. So it's at least somewhat intentional. I can't just look at a dog in passing and turn into it. As easy as that would be."

As he leaned forward, their eyes locked, and he had to smile. He didn't know what it was about her, but it was nice that they actually had chemistry.

He smiled, but this one wasn't the mischievous, catty grin he'd been sporting most of the night. Not that those weren't genuine, but there was something more heartfelt behind this one. He was glad she showed a more lasting interest in him. "I'll make sure to hang onto this, then," he said with a wink. He definitely planned on calling her back, gig or no gig.

And then, out of nowhere, she was helping him with a scheme. Technically there wasn't anything illegal about it, so he would opt not to tell her about his extra-curricular ways of making money. "Actually, that's not a bad idea. I'd just have to find an appropriate greyhound, preferably one that I won't have to race. I mean, it'd be weird if two identical dogs raced, right? Though it's not illegal, I'm pretty sure die-hard race fans would frown upon it, so...best not to draw suspicion." He finished his second cup of coffee, and put the mug in the sink next to him.

"Though, what would you get in return? I can't let ya do it for free, after all."