[Oh. Jacob was always prepared to compliment Ned when he wasn't ready, but asking for it? He blanches. This is the worst time to get embarrassed, which is why there's a darker tint in his cheeks. Totally. And the whiskey.]

I just can't find intelligent conversation elsewhere. [He crosses his arms over his chest, turning to face him more with a feign of confidence.] As intelligent as it can be with me, anyway. And you're certainly the most-- [uh, well,] --charming. [shit.]