Perhaps I was motivating you to get a move on, Wynert. [Jacob rolls his eyes, waiting patiently for this vest to go before he hands over the very full glass of champagne. Look at him, he won't even spill anything this time. Progress.
But he rarely sees Ned without that vest, so he will take the moment to look him over and appreciate his inconveniently small boyfriend.] You're distracting me with... you, anyway.
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But he rarely sees Ned without that vest, so he will take the moment to look him over and appreciate his inconveniently small boyfriend.] You're distracting me with... you, anyway.