[Three whole kisses, Jacob Frye drives a hard bargain. Ned hums and looks down at the weak fumbling happening to his tie, considering. This is definitely not a getting undressed evening, but the tie is a reasonable demand. So before Jacob winds up strangling him with it, he nudges his hand away to pull out the knot himself in a much smoother motion. Tada.]
I can do three. Maybe while I'm busy, I'll think about you...
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I can do three. Maybe while I'm busy, I'll think about you...