[She notices that! Wow, she sure notices. It's a lot easier to tell what Jack Noir is thinking now that he has dog ears.
Not that Jack Noir is usually thinking about anything but 'stabs 4 lyfe' anyway.
Snowman sashays over to him, swinging her hips. She wraps an arm around his shoulders, leaning down (really leaning down; he's so fucking short) and stroking his ears, hoping that he's too distracted to mind that much.
Though to be really honest, all this disgust and rage about the frogs is making her want to hang all over him more than usual.]