To be honest, it's sort of a relief to know that Pinkman isn't going to beat the shit out of him or something. It's not like Jesse hasn't run into that in the past. Going a little quiet, he just peers up at Pinkman, almost sleepily, pulling his hood back up. "I ain't gonna tell you nothing, ain't your business anyway. And I promise I won't hit on you, neither."

The last question, though, makes Jesse giggle again, and this time it's his stupid pot giggle, the one that comes out when he's high or stupid from lack of sleep - he shakes his head, coughing a bit. "Oi, oi. Get yer panties out of a twist, baby, I was just askin', like you just askin' me. There ain't a default setting. Only fair."

He yawns, widely, wrapping his arms around his stomach. Looks over his shoulder, looks up the stairs, just to make sure he's not slacking on watching for the nightmare. "Hey - hey. Jesse."