Jake started to zone out, his dark thoughts taking over his mind. Thinking of what he felt towards the situation. Wondering if he could even do the things his father was talking about. Jake had always been the lady killer in the family, but having a personal slave was way different than having a normal girlfriends. Everything had gotten so complicated in the few minutes that passed.<br/><br/>Suddenly, his concentration was broken by the sound of his younger brother speaking up to their father. Jake blinked, his eyes shifting back and forth between his brother and his father. Of the two of them, Jake thought that he'd be the one to say something. Maybe it was because he wasn't comepletely turned off to the idea. It made him feel somewhat ashamed of himself, but it was enough to assert himself to his confident personality. "I have to agree with James on this one, Pop. Things are starting to get really out of hand. I mean, is this even legal?" He asked his father, not trying to come off as hostile as his words might have sounded. For some reason, Jake could never really wanted to upset his father. He could never figure out if it was because he respected his father, cared for him, or was fearful of him. Maybe it was an instinctual thing, causing him to have respect for the dominant male in the house. There it was again, the pit in his stomach.