Jesse sort of envied the fact that Kenzie didn't know societal mores. He'd be more comfortable with himself and situations he got into if he wasn't so painfully aware of it. Now, it seemed like he had a tug between society and his urges. The super-ego and the Id. Of course, Jesse was unfamiliar of Sigmund Freud. The only thing he knew was that the psychiatrist was obsessed with sex but that is all any teenager really remembers.
"Oh, you'd look so cute with a backpack in cat form," Jesse smirked and clasped his hands together in an exaggerating manner. "It's like people clothes on chimps." He gave Kenzie a wicked grin as his eyes floated southward for a moment then at eye level. He attempted to do it subtly but his cheeks were pink so it wasn't that hard to hide.
His smile vanished when Kenzie gave him permission to touch him. Wait... what really? He didn't know how to approach that. His heart beat severely in his throat and he gulped thinking that would help but it didn't particularly. He glanced away for a moment before finally getting up. "Okay..." He remembered Charlie's advice... get as much experience as possible.
He walked over to Kenzie and held out his hand, "Probably should get up. I don't think my roommate would like it if a naked guy was in his bed and probably would like it less if I were in there too." Then he stopped for a moment, "Well, he has been a jerk to me- nah... his bed smells weird..." He didn't know why his face felt like it was on fire at the moment. This did seem weird, but he dismissed it simply as the fact that Kenzie was already naked.