Jack could hear the commotion going on in the kitchen, signaling that Eve herself might be in there. The smells coming out of the kitchen were anything but unpleasant, but Jack was pretty sure that the last time he had left his loft, it was without a lot of edible things and more of the alcoholic kind.
Leaving the suitcase at the door along with the cooler, he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it haphazardly towards a random open space before moving into the kitchen. Pausing at the door frame, Jack surveyed the general mess of the pots and pans as well as the flour prints here and there. That was one big mess that he didn't want anything to do with.
So, sidestepping some of the random things laid here and there, Jack made his way to the only thing of interest in the room, silently standing behind Eve as he hovered. With every inch of skin covered by his roaming eyes, his mouth grew into a wide smirk, wondering just how mad the Holies and Sins would get if he had left a myriad of bruising marks on Eve's skin.