Jack knows how the angel's humor is by now and giggles as his partner lays beside him.

"We definitely fed each other something." He matches that coy look with a devilish smirk before reaching into the newly opened jar to pull out a pickle. Wiggling down beside Balthazar, laying on his back. Once he's comfortable he licked the juice off the pickle and his fingers.

"Do you want my pickle?" He is up for banter this afternoon and flirting. Sometimes they spent too much time apart and he missed this.