You know me. All work. [Jacob takes his spot at the desk to lean over it, observing as Ned went around to fetch his things. He's already thinking of excuses to come back here. Find secret compartments, try combinations, go through his books...

All things he absolutely shouldn't waste time on doing. But he shouldn't really be so eagerly opening this Real American Whiskey bottle either, so whatever.] You haven't humiliated me enough already? I don't want to leave this place red-faced with embarrassment, so try to go easy on me.