Jaxom thinks about shrugging off the arm, but decides against it. He'll let Mavek have his fun. He brought free booze, after all.

And he is going to pretend he did not hear a word about any apron, either.

Jaxom tilts his head at the... thing... that is investigating his feet. "Uh, looks like you picked up a rather... fluffy tagalong. Do I even want to know?"