[He's judging a little... How long has that been on the floor in here? Gross. But there's no denying the way his eyes light up when he hears the word favor.]
Done. Shake on it. [No man has ever agreed to something faster than Ned Wynert agrees to a bet based on the quality of his American Whiskey. He's already holding his hand out before he's done telling Jacob to shake it - shake his hand. Seal this fate.] No cheating me, alright?
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Done. Shake on it. [No man has ever agreed to something faster than Ned Wynert agrees to a bet based on the quality of his American Whiskey. He's already holding his hand out before he's done telling Jacob to shake it - shake his hand. Seal this fate.] No cheating me, alright?