"Hm. Then I guess you have to look very hard." He grinned, peering at Sherr with a devious expression. Though he didn't know how it actually worked, if it was anything like horror novels he'd read once upon a time, he knew he'd want to be the one to bite him.
A yip from Albert had Jim turning his attention, glancing for the dog and leaning to peek under the bed where the dog was watching them. "C'mere you," he said, snapping his fingers. "Exactly why I never wanted real children," Jim commented while Albert crawled over.