[Ha ha oh wow, if Jacob isn't already used to Ned's eyebrows responding before he has a chance to form whole sentences of his own, he'll have to get used to that, because up they go again. Polish him all he likes, well, maybe he will... Some. Other time. Not tonight.]

Possibly the greatest caper of my career, [he says, punctuated with a longer kiss. It's not actually the greatest caper of his career, that's probably all the priceless art he ripped off at once, but it sounds real good in the middle of all this gem flirting.] But I almost feel like the prize has been following me around asking to be stolen.

[Callout post: Jacob Frye is a dweeb.]