[Hmm, theirs. Ned gets it, honest - but there are always secrets. Even this; parading himself around as something of Jacob Frye's might as well be painting a target on his back for anyone who wanted to get at the Rooks in a new and original way. A target on his back to join the rest... Secrets are part of this seedy underground way of life, right or wrong or otherwise.

But broaching the subject of secrets is another thing Ned can leave until sobriety returns to them. For now: Jacob is sweet, and it makes his heart swell and warmth to spread out from his chest just to hear him say things like ours. This isn't like him, to go to pieces over some little bit of affection, but... He nudges Jacob's leg again.]

I've got a personal rule against making deals drunk. But since I already know I'll still wanna kiss you when I'm sober, I'll let it slide just this once. [Annnd... wink!! before he stands up from leaning on the desk and moves to stand over Jacob. He's so small he's just barely taller than Jacob sitting down, god... don't say a word.]

Ours. [Sounds good, sounds real good. That will do, leaving Ned time and opportunity to lean down and kiss him again.]