[Hearing Oren say that, something in Jake relaxes. He settles back into his seat, letting out an exhale and looking back at the golem. He feels like a burden has been lifted off of his shoulders.

Maybe he won't have to worry about these people, then. He can sleep easier tonight.]

Please, you're telling me to keep my voice down after you ripped out a chunk of the counter? [Yeah, he'll point it out. He takes a long sip of his coffee before adding:] Pretty sure that's what bothered customers more.