[Oh, hello. That... display gets Ned to laugh, at the same time he lets go of Jacob's hat to fold his arms over his chest and look up at him seriously, jaw set. Flirting is nice and all, but there are still things to get a little defensive about. Alcohol or not - Ned hasn't lasted this long with London under his thumb without knowing how to take care of himself.
So maybe he's making this a little less... what, romantic? Less romantic than it could be? Until Jacob shuts up and puts his money where his mouth is, he's a bumbling idiot, and Ned isn't too far behind him.]
I don't get lost, Frye. [But he sure does stare into pretty boys' eyes, so just deal with his mixed messages for a minute.] Are you drunk?
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So maybe he's making this a little less... what, romantic? Less romantic than it could be? Until Jacob shuts up and puts his money where his mouth is, he's a bumbling idiot, and Ned isn't too far behind him.]
I don't get lost, Frye. [But he sure does stare into pretty boys' eyes, so just deal with his mixed messages for a minute.] Are you drunk?