"I dunno honey, you still seem taller than me," he points out. Maybe they wear the same size panties? He's not sure, but it's worth a shot. Poison rolls out of bed, and sometimes when he moves his head he catches the scent of Jack's cunt from when he ate him out. It's still on his skin, and he almost doesn't want to wash it off.

He picks clothes that he's pretty sure will fit Jack.

"You could just wear your own clothes and look a little butch," he points out when Jack reappears.