[That's even cuter and should be cause for arrest. Ned hums, looking at Jacob up close like this for another moment before he slides his hands down from his shoulders to grip his arms. It's time to Move, boy. Slowly, so nobody drops their whole huge assassin weight on anybody considerably tiny.]
You'll do better next time. Come on, I'm putting you behind my desk before you fall over. [Move with him, around the desk to the chair, sit...]
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You'll do better next time. Come on, I'm putting you behind my desk before you fall over. [Move with him, around the desk to the chair, sit...]