[At least he has a sense of humor. Ned squeezes his fingers lightly, a little token of his affection and appreciation for the... patience. He didn't think he was that obvious, but well, it looks like Jacob pays more attention than he thought. There's credit to him for that, certainly.]

You asking how much I trust you, Jacob Frye? I'm giving it real serious thought. [It's his damned nerves moreso than it is Jacob, honestly, but that's more than a little embarrassing.] I don't share my bed... or my couch with just anyone.