Jake is already sounding a little distracted. Good. Cougar grins at him as he leans forward to steal back his hat, pressing his chest flush against Jake's as he takes it, his hips rolling forward just a little as he uses it for leverage to angle the hat back on his head, using their close space to let his fingers run over Jake's chest as he adjusts the strap of his bag.

"Ride home with me?" he suggests hopefully, raising a brow.

The motorcycle will definitely help to speed this along.