[With the volume of roughly three glasses of whiskey in him already, Ned is finding plenty of things more agreeable than he would ordinarily. But not Jacob touching things on his desk. He reaches over to nudge at his hand, murmuring something about not making a mess of his work. No touchy.]

You have a point. [Still, papers aside, he lifts the glass so he can point around it at Jacob who has kindly accepted his fate. He'll clear a nice floor space for him when he passes out, don't worry.] I hope your word's good, since I know I won't be getting it in writing when you're smashed either.

[Hmm. He takes a sip from his new glass and somehow doesn't laugh at Jacob "asking for a Rook."] I'm free, hmm... [He sort of gestures in the air, like this helps him remember his schedule.] ...day after tomorrow. And just what can I do for this Rook of yours?