Jacob's always liked animals, and while he's not seen many monkeys in his life, he's always wanted to get closer to the ones that follow organ grinders around London, see what they're like under the fancy clothes and trappings of being civilized. He's got the feeling those monkeys must hate their lives.

THIS fellow on the other hand? Oh there's something different there and it's enough to speak his curiosity as he offers a hand, dropping to his knees beside the small creature.

"Well, color me surprised." He mutters, offering a hand so they can shake. "You here on your own then, lad? Wouldn't fancy a bit of a scratch, would you?"

He won't pet the monkey until he's sure it's okay, but oh, he wants to pet the monkey.