But I know I fancy you. And you know I fancy you. That can be our little... [Wordsmith Jacob Frye strikes again. His teasing has gone over his head, and Jacob's focused on watching his knees in thought. Their little what? They had far too much to try and think deeply about it. He just knew he didn't want to call it secret, because that might make it sound like it's wrong. And that certainly wasn't what he felt it is at the moment.]

It can just be ours. [He concludes, nudging Ned's leg with one of his own. Theirs, Ned. That's important to him.] I think I'll keep using Ned. Sounds more of a privilege.