He follows inside a short distance behind, drawing closed the balcony door behind him and lingering near it even as Kavinsky walks further in. Making himself at home would merely suggests he wants to spend time in the apartment, which is certainly not Jacks intention despite any plans his company may have.

There's electricity here, he notes as his attention drifts amongst the display of lights and music, though he never asks about it after swiftly realising he doesn't care when or how it was obtained. His eyes settle on the TV out of habit, a hand extending blindly in front of him to catch the vodka bottle hurtling towards his head without ever actually offering the alcohol his full attention. Quick reflexes and the use of his peripherals are all it takes not to have it hit him or crash to the floor.

"No," is his reply to the request (or was it an order? cute), eyes tracking slowly towards Kavinsky without any sort of interest. This is not the face of a turned on individual. "Not a good idea. I haven't eaten."

Perhaps an odd excuse to make but a legitimate one never the less. It's never a great idea to let himself go when all that's standing between Jack and a murder spree is a tiny level of control.

"Might want to work on your seduction techniques, by the way." He's just sayin'...