That's... [He was going to stay something along the lines of absurb, but then it clicks that Ned is touching his shirt and honestly? Jacob forgets everything he was going to say.] ... fine. That's alright, that's... I'll tell you more bird facts, later. Later.

[He fumbles a little for the next button, and he doesn't make an effort not to rush, but it can probably be endearing. There it goes, it's going to join his tie.] More show than tell now, yeah?