Jacob turned to the girl who just whispered in his ear. "And who might you be? And don't touch me." He hated being touched by someone else. It just ticked him off. Good boy? Was he some sort of lost mutt that wondered somewhere, and now he was told to do something and got called a good boy. Oh boy. It is going to be a fun time in the arena. He couldn't wait to release all the anger out, and take it out on others.