What, you're telling me you aren't going to take over Crawley personally? I'm hurt. [Jacob leaned forward to place a hand over his heart, as if this truly offended him. Nah. He stopped caring about home as soon as he got to beat up Blighters.] Hurt, Ned. Give me back my gun.

[He won't wait, though, he's leaning over him to take it back himself. Like a child.]