Jacob shifts, moving onto his side and propping up his head with his hand. It's a good vantage point, back to the window, the door beyond the beds, and the silhouette of Hellboy. As his eyes open, that beautiful glow- like the fire in a furnace, making Jacob feel warm despite the chill in his limbs from being outside. Maybe he shouldn't have taken off his coat just yet.

He watches the other move, watches the light highlight his fingers, but through the rest of him into shadow. Jacob is very much used to watching shadows, to see movement in the night, but it's rare that he enjoys watching what's in front of him. Rare that he finds himself smiling in the darkness.

"Insecurity? I'm not sure I like the name." He murmurs, his words low and amused. But he'll grudgingly admit that it sounds... interesting. A place where set roles can be ignored, turned on their heads. Sounds like the sort of place he could use. He just needs to work out how. "But maybe I should go have a look myself."

He brings his free hand up, so can begin to idly unfasten the rest of his shirt, taking his time. There's no hurry, this is just a casual conversation between roommates.

"And what did you want to be?"