As they get to the doorstep, Jacob gently steps out from beneath Tony, clearing his throat. The trip home was relatively smooth and he was grateful for it. He looks back at Tony, and down at Lady. Quite the hyper little fuzzball...

"Uh, Thanks. For helping me get home." His eyebrows arch up as he thinks for a moment. Then points behind him. "I don't have alot in ways of a thank you, but, you can at least come upstairs, if you like. I can make coffee or something. The... uh... dog can come, too. As long as it's careful around potted plants."

Y'know, something for your trouble. He even thinks he might have some cake in the fridge or something to give. Hospitality was something he regularly did for his family, so he was more than happy to accommodate a guest for a bit.