[Jacob choking on his fancy liquor gives Ned a minute to control his face, good lord, what kind of crime lord is he?]

Jesus, that's gotta be at least two pounds' worth of whiskey you're dribbling everywhere. [This is it... This is where Ned has laid his affections. Apparently. Still kind of goddamn-it-ing over that one, give him time.] But I'll take that favor and remember it, no problem.