Jim laughs, swatting a hand at John playfully. "Hey, don't talk shit about him! Size is all a matter of spirit, anyway. Isn't that right, Gustav?"

He coos a little at the pup, reaching down to scratch behind his ears when he comes over, wagging his tail happily. Jim's very much an animal sort of person, and he loves dogs. His own, Scotty, is probably running about outside right now, but maybe in a bit he'll come rushing in to excitedly meet his new friend.

Jim's caught a little off-guard when John reaches out to touch his collar, though he doesn't shy from it. It's more surprise than anything that has his eyes widening, flicking up to meet John's, then he manages a small smile, reaching up to cup John's hand. "Right. It's... I don't mind it, it's not the worst thing, honestly. Do you... want to see it?"