[It's still nice like this, even without kissing. Ned needs this little break, a moment to sit apart from Jacob and get some of his personal bubble back, even if the chair is close enough to the desk that he can nudge Jacob's knees with his leg. And he does that, right now. Here's hoping he'll still feel this good about tonight when he's stone cold sober.]

You're a real wordsmith, Jacob Frye. [two in one, a daring move,] And you can go on calling me whatever you want, since you never listen anyway. No one'll know you fancy me.

[There he goes, making fun of English accents again... And everyone will know Jacob fancies him, but not in a different way from before, so it still counts.]